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Baili Zhi actually couldn't withstand two moves, leaving every spectator dumbfounded. Even Changhe Kun, who had just lost, stared at Baili Zhi in disbelief. That Baili Zhi, who could swallow rivers with his aura and considered his swordsmanship transcendent—he had really lost just like that?
Changhe Kun shook his head lightly and looked at his own hands, his face ashen to the extreme. After Baili Zhi defeated him, he had wanted his opponent to keep winning—at the very least, to defeat me, who had come from the Ghost God Realm, and continue the myth of the ancient immortal world's sword immortals! Yet now, seeing his lifelong rival actually lose, his unwillingness instantly reached its peak.
Baili Jue's expression was no longer quite so composed. Baili Zhi's defeat would bring devastating consequences to the Baili Household. Even if he managed to hold on to the position of Sword Pavilion Master, Baili Zhi could never become the master anymore. The master had to be powerful enough to suppress all sword immortals, not a sword immortal who had lost in swordsmanship to a swordsman from the Ghost God Realm!
Baili Zhi had not never suffered defeat in his life, but every time, he had lost to his elders. In the ancient immortal world, the Baili Household was practically a golden signboard. He could lose to Li Xiangru, but not to anyone else, because the Sword Pavilion in his hands needed an immense reputation to support it!
Perhaps imagining the bleak circumstances awaiting him, Baili Zhi lowered his head. After a long while, he suddenly threw back his head and roared furiously, then rushed out of Immortal Sword Mountain and into the star sea beyond. No one knew where he would go this time.
Watching his Zhi'er flee like a madman, Baili Jue