Winning against Taihua Lord and Mengxue Lord while outnumbered two to one seemed unbelievable to everyone. After all, even defeating either one of them alone would have been no easy feat. Li Poxiao and Xia Ruize had merely managed narrow victories.
"Big Brother Xia, you're simply unbelievable!" Qing Weixin stared at me in amazement, as though she had only just come to her senses after that final sword strike.
Inside this sword-demonstration arena, where our own strength had been sealed, every step had been fraught with danger. Not to mention, the area where my phantom body was located was no ordinary sword platform, but a hellscape perpetually covered by the Sword Realm. The slightest misstep would send me plunging into an abyss ten thousand zhang deep.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Day One, Big Brother knows that your swordsmanship is peerless beneath heaven. But before the sword duel, I still thought you were crazy. I never imagined you were actually aiming to win." Xia Ruize's face was full of astonishment. That certainly wasn't just a thought he had come up with casually. This fellow was genuinely shocked.
Li Poxiao furrowed his brows and said nothing. When it came to swordsmanship, he and I could be said to be evenly matched, but he was far behind me in Sword Songs. He wasn't good at creation; as far as he was concerned, his Sword Songs only needed to be sufficient. Thus, he had remained stuck with his three standard techniques forever. Of course, a sword honed for ten years was still sharp.
Li Yushuang stood there dumbfounded. I guessed that, in her mind, my sword had become something completely different from what she had imagined. After all, the Way of Sword Songs incorporated a person's overall capabilities. Whether it was the lineage of their