The situation was almost completely one-sided.
Under the powerful sword qi of Heavenly Sword Sect's foremost disciple, Xiao Wuchen, the Void Gate disciples had almost no room to fight back.
Even Linghu Xiao was no match for him at all.
With only a few casual strikes, Xiao Wuchen completely suppressed Linghu Xiao.
Every sword stroke was ancient and grand, seamless as though formed by nature itself, carrying a mysterious grace that secretly accorded with the Heavenly Dao and merged into the void.
Every sword stroke bore powerful sword qi condensed from vast Lingli.
With every sword stroke, Linghu Xiao had to give his all.
For every slash Xiao Wuchen delivered, Linghu Xiao retreated a step.
Xiao Wuchen, clad in a white robe patterned with sword marks, was handsome and impassive, his posture straight and his bearing elegant.
Yet Linghu Xiao, the highly anticipated sword Dao prodigy hailed as Chongxu's greatest in five hundred years, could only grit his teeth and hold on bitterly, looking utterly bedraggled.
He no longer resembled his earlier self, sweeping through all directions with sword qi and slaughtering his enemies on every side.
At this moment, everyone finally understood firsthand.
What a true prodigy was.
What a genuine genius of the sword Dao was.
Reputation could be real or hollow.
But swords did not lie.
The moment blades crossed, strength and weakness were decided at a glance.
Watching Linghu Xiao's miserable state, everyone felt some sighing emotion, but there was not much mockery or kicking a man when he was down.
They knew Linghu Xiao was already strong enough.
In the earlier sword discussions, he had already proven his strength.
It was simply that Xiao Wuchen was stronger.
The Four Great Sects were, after all, the Four Great Sects.
Xiao Wuchen, the foremost disciple of the