The starry sky was silent, and all around was hushed.
Bu Sheng Han had lost.
His Dao body had been shattered, and his soul was wounded as well.
Such an outcome was entirely beyond expectations.
One had to know that just moments ago, Bu Sheng Han had forcefully slain Su Yi twice in succession!
Yet who could have imagined that when he used two Ultimate Weapons and sought to kill Su Yi for the third time, he would lose?
In other words, what Bu Sheng Han had used before were undoubtedly his most powerful killing techniques, yet he had still been defeated!
It was utterly shocking and incomprehensible.
"Have you been using me as a whetstone all along?"
All of a sudden, Bu Sheng Han, who had remained silent until now, spoke. Only his soul remained. Though his expression was still calm, his brows were filled with gloom.
"That's right."
Su Yi did not deny it.
He took out a jug of wine and threw back a large mouthful before candidly saying, "For some time now, I haven't been sure exactly how strong I am. Meeting an opponent like you, naturally I had to cherish the opportunity and use it to thoroughly verify my own strength."
Everyone: "..."
He did not know how powerful he was, so he used Bu Sheng Han—a Daoist Sect sword cultivator ranked first in the Ancestor Realm, a terrifying being who had already touched the threshold of the ultimate—to test himself.
Was that something a human would say?
Bu Sheng Han frowned. "But you were killed by me twice before. Was that also part of testing your strength?"
Su Yi nodded. "Yes. I was testing a secret art. You saw it earlier too—with your cultivation, you cannot truly kill me."
A stir ran through the