Seeing that I had safely sheathed the sword, the group of Sword Immortals all looked disappointed. Combined with the intimidation I had shown when I raised the sword just now, everyone who had tried to snatch it fled in all directions. Thus, inside and outside the arena, only the onlookers and my disciples remained.
Of course, the people from Cold Immortal Mountain, the Dao Alliance, the Star Realm, and the Trismegistus Sect who knew me had not left. They had probably stayed to speak with me, exchange a few polite greetings, and the like.
Thus, a group of fellow cultivators soon came over to congratulate me. They were happy that I had won the decisive battle and obtained the treasured sword. Naturally, they did not forget to mourn Li Zuoxing's sacrifice in pursuit of the sword, but most of it was merely polite courtesy. After all, most of them had never known this Sword God of the Star Realm.
Little Nephew, Li Chenfei, and Li Lingxian, however, were deeply saddened. To them, Li Zuoxing had been one of the Star Realm's rare reclusive Sword Immortals. His death was equivalent to the Star Realm losing a supreme talent. The Star Realm's decline in capable people from now on would probably stem largely from this. Of course, Elder Li's disciples had now opened the "authority" to accept disciples, so the Star Realm presumably would not become so weak that it could be defeated at the first blow.
Besides, I had promised to discuss the sword dao with them. I had not said that merely as a polite gesture. After all, at this level, there was no room for deception. Any slight error or omission would be immediately seized upon by these old Sword Immortals, and I would only end up embarrassing myself.