Baili Jue rolled up his sleeves, and every immortal elder instinctively took a step back. The cultivation of the True Immortal Realm was no joke—he could knock them all flat in less than a second. Which of these immortal elders could possibly not feel afraid? Even the sword cultivators waiting behind them for the competition, thinking they might get another chance to turn the tables, were now so frightened that their faces had gone deathly pale.??
"What's wrong? You don't even dare beat me, yet you still hope to beat my master? A bunch of ignorant brats who truly don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!" Baili Jue sneered, then turned to Li Xiangru and said, "Immortal Venerable Li, count this as them forfeiting without a fight. The position of Sword Pavilion Master belongs to my master now! What do you think?"
"Well... heh heh." Li Xiangru awkwardly glanced at the immortal elders whose faces were filled with fear, then turned back and said, "Since everyone has no intention of competing anymore, the position of Sword Pavilion Master naturally belongs to your master, Pavilion Master Xia."
"That's more like it!" Only then was Baili Jue satisfied. He took out the five Great Dao Golden Cores he had promised me earlier and handed them to me. At the same time, he erased his mark from Floating World's Pure Tone on the spot and held it out to me.
"The Golden Cores are enough. You can keep the sword. A gentleman doesn't snatch what others love. As for sword techniques, we can discuss them with each other. As for taking me as your disciple, there's no need." I accepted the Golden Cores with a wry smile, but I absolutely didn't dare accept the Floating World's Pure