On the arena, Mo Lingfeng stood there, utterly dejected.
He knew very well that the victor had been decided.
And he had lost in the most humiliating way possible.
With a flick of his finger, his opponent had sent his sword flying.
Every word Chu Huai Xu had spoken struck at his heart.
"My sword is afraid of you?"
He really wanted to start cursing and yell, "What kind of bullshit are you spouting?"
But everything that had happened just now had been so clear and undeniable.
He understood that the moment his opponent's finger touched the blade, the Sword Spirit had been terrified!
Sword Cultivators and the Sword Spirits of their Destined Swords were connected in mind and spirit, and they influenced each other.
Because the Sword Spirit had been afraid, his own hair had stood on end at that instant, and his heart had filled with dread!
Rather than saying that the Sky Stone Sword had been flicked away by him, it would be more accurate to say that the Sword Spirit had lost its nerve before the battle and fled.
Sinister! It was far too sinister!
How could a Body Cultivator possibly accomplish something like this?
This method of his was lethal to Sword Cultivators!
The extent to which it weakened a Sword Cultivator's combat power was terrifying.
There was no doubt that Chu Huai Xu was the Swordless One. Because of the Heart Sword, he was fated never to possess his own Destined Sword.
But if I have no sword in my hand, you can forget about having one either!
The area beneath the arena fell deathly silent. Then, in an instant, it exploded like a pan on the boil, as everyone began whispering among themselves.
Kui Muquan and Zhao Xinghan stood beside Geng Tianhe and