Situ Cheng was thoroughly enraged.
"Some children simply cannot be taught, and rotten wood cannot be carved!"
"Did you even properly sense it, damn it?"
"Could that brat's standing really be higher than mine, Situ Cheng's?"
"Should I just give him one of the positions among the Four Great Divine Swords, then?!"
"There are only two Sword Cultivators in this world whose standing is above mine."
"One is my Senior Brother, who is slightly better than me."
"The other is Jiang Zhi, whose depths remain impossible to discern even after deliberately falling a realm!"
Situ Cheng knew this very well. There could not possibly be a third person!
That Slender Daoist Nun from the Dao Sect did indeed possess monstrously great aptitude in the sword, and her strength was also far beyond what one would expect from someone in the Seventh Realm.
"But for her to defeat me, she'll have to break through this Seventh-Realm bottleneck first!" he thought.
At that moment, he sat in the Small Courtyard and looked up toward Hidden Spirit Mountain.
Since he was in the Dao Sect, he immediately remembered that sword.
"Oh, right. Besides Senior Brother and Jiang Zhi, there's also that sword!"
That peerless sword—even the Sword Venerable was no match for it!
Situ Cheng had once gone up the mountain to challenge it with his sword. The Bronze Sword's Sword Spirit had an extremely high standing, surpassing him by a level.
At that moment, he gave Mo Lingfeng a cold snort.
"Since your mind is already in turmoil, go find the reason yourself."
"Perhaps this is a trial you were destined to overcome!"
So stupid. I can't save him.
Geng Tianhe listened from the side and also felt that Junior Mo had probably lost his mind.
"He was probably driven crazy by