Chu Huai Xu had far too many trump cards.
If he brought out all his trump cards, his overall combat strength would be astonishing.
However, he also wasn't sure how much of the Evil Sword's power Little Xu had unleashed by holding the sword in his left hand.
Has he used fifty percent? he wondered.
However, even if it really was fifty percent, he estimated that if Xu Ziqing held the sword in his right hand, his current self would still suffer an utter defeat without a doubt.
That put enormous pressure on him.
Should I just have Little Xu surrender?
After all, it's only a matter of me saying the word. Chu Huai Xu thought.
If he told Little Xu to withdraw from the competition, Little Xu would probably quit on the spot.
But naturally, that was only a joke.
The Heart Sword in his Sea of Consciousness seemed to sense his emotions.
It dragged its own sickly "body" along and still forced itself to cheer Chu Huai Xu on. Its fighting spirit was soaring.
"You just want to fight without thinking, but I have to face reality." He smiled helplessly.
On the other side, after today's matches ended, Situ Cheng and the others flew to Junzi Temple.
Xiang Yan and the others went with them. In the end, this sect still needed its Sect Leader to preside over the overall situation.
Despite Xiang Yan being bald, having an extremely ugly appearance, and looking ferocious, even his voice was terribly unpleasant.
He was definitely the most reliable person among the Dao Sect's senior leaders.
Otherwise, just based on his appearance, he wouldn't have been worthy of sitting on one of the thrones of the leaders of the righteous path!
Inside Junzi Temple, Xu Ziqing had already been sent away