But as the saying went, with no women in one's heart, drawing a sword came naturally.
That definition suited Sword Cultivators quite well.
Of course, it would be more fitting if "women" were replaced with distracting thoughts.
On the arena, Pharaoh stroked his beard and said, "The power of this sword is not as heavy as the previous one, but it is incomparably fast."
After saying that, he gave it an eight-word evaluation: "Myriad Sword Manor... truly formidable!"
Zongheng Douluo's expression also became somewhat grave as he offered his own assessment.
"That kid's Sword Intent seems to be the finest among Myriad Sword Manor's disciples this year."
Xuanzi said faintly, "Nine Heavens of Sword Intent. Yet that kid reached the seventh level while still a Soul Saint."
"Compared to Daoist Qingyang back then, this talent does not seem inferior by much."
After pausing for a moment, he cautiously added, "It may even surpass him."
"Huo Yuhao, Dragon Nine Swords... what an extraordinary young generation."
After Martin spoke, he asked, "Old man, can your student win?"
"Win?"
Xuanzi shook his head and said casually, "He should count his blessings if he can withstand the Fifth Sword without dying."
"If he truly wants to win, he will have to resort to extraordinary measures."
"You're being unusually honest for once."
Martin then said, "But this time, you misjudged him as well."
"Based on the move he used just now, I'd guess he can at least endure until the Sixth Sword."
After a brief pause, he added, "How about the few of us make a wager?"
"Oh? You're still in the mood for that?"
Zongheng Douluo nearly slipped back into his foul-mouthed routine.
However, under Martin's threatening gaze, he immediately slammed on the brakes.
The four old men did not place much importance on