The Grand Luo Golden Immortals racked their brains, yet still could not understand.
But...
The many sword cultivators here saw it as clearly as a mirror in their hearts.
Because this... was what a sword cultivator was!
The backbone and heroic spirit of sword cultivators had always been like this. Besides, a swordsman would rather break than bend—unless they cultivated a soft sword?
Qi Zixiao had no idea whether there was such a thing as a soft-sword sword cultivator in the Myriad Realms, but the backbone of sword cultivators was indeed like this.
A sword that cut through everything, advancing without hesitation, rather than bending! At this moment, there were too many powerful foes. Although the Sword Master had already become a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, it was truly difficult for him to resist them alone. Therefore, he chose to burn his Essence Blood and fight to the death.
"Perhaps..."
Ji Chutong suddenly transmitted in a low voice, "He had already prepared everything long ago. Everything happening now is merely proceeding step by step."
"..."
Qi Zixiao instinctively felt that it was impossible. After all, neither she nor Ji Chutong had had the slightest connection with the Sword Master before, and they had not even known each other. Why would he go so far? But then she thought about everything happening now and the Sword Master's utterly decisive attack. Did that not prove this point? If he had not made up his mind long ago, how could he have burned his Essence Blood and attacked without the slightest hesitation in such a short time?
"Sword cultivators..." she murmured. "I hope that the swords of every peerless junior will caress peace..."
"The Sword Master... truly did it!"
"We sword cultivators have such a hero. That is enough."
"Unfortunately, the two of