By then, we had drifted back down to the ground together. The surroundings had fallen silent once more. Sun Daoji's defeat had clearly triggered an enormous chain reaction. Among everyone present, whether I knew them or not, only Ni Shi, Gudumu, and Li Xiangru showed not the slightest surprise. Everyone else looked as though they had suffered the greatest blow of their lives.
Sun Daoji was not the strongest of the righteous path, but he was its greatest faith. Yet that faith had only sung two sword songs in the battle before losing cleanly and decisively. This was entirely different from what they had expected. According to their imagination, Sun Daoji should have won before even finishing one sword song.
But the result was that from the beginning to the end of the battle, Sun Daoji had remained at a disadvantage. He had never gained the slightest edge. By the time he reached his second sword song, he had already been struggling to parry from side to side, unable to seize the initiative. The difference in strength was so obvious that even the poorest sword cultivator could see it.
Everyone had been discussing the Six Divine Swords beneath the Linyeguo, believing them to be divine weapons that should have belonged to sword cultivators before the ancient calamity. They had been eagerly preparing to reclaim these ownerless treasures, but no one had expected that while they were still celebrating, their faith in the sword would disappear first.
Then what was the point of having a sword? Were they going to bring it back just to put it on display?
"Could it be... could it be that the Supreme Sect Master is unwell?"
"How... how is that possible? Right, it must be that Elder Sun no longer cared about victory or defeat.