First Xu Palace, Then Wind Clan: Deep Reserves Meet Fame, and Modesty Bursts into Brilliance

Plop.

Bei Bei suddenly opened her eyes, her tiny body twitching twice like a half-dead salted fish in a pot.

Completely... beaten to a pulp...

The last flicker of life ended. Little Bei Bei closed her eyes and passed out completely.

Ding! The dim, lusterless Emperor Sword: Duzun spun down and nailed itself into the ground beside her head.

It both covered her ruined face and preserved the last shred of a generation's Sword Immortal dignity.

The reflective blade showed Feng Zhongzui holding the Dao Transmission Mirror. The moment Feng Zhongzui saw his own eyes, all his doubts vanished.

He shifted the mirror, aiming it at Master Shou, and shouted with all his strength, "He won!"

"Master Shou won!"

Feng Tingchen stepped out at just the right moment. Standing proudly before the Dao Transmission Mirror with his hands behind his back, he turned slightly to reveal a handsome profile and half of Crane Sword Tingchen at his waist, then calmly announced, "In the first battle for the top spot on the Seven Sword Immortal Ranking, Xu Xiaoshou wins!"

Whoosh.

With that, he vanished.

Master Shou reappeared in the Dao Transmission Mirror.

With red lips, white teeth, a glowing complexion, and spotless black robes, he stood in utter contrast to Bei Bei, who lay sprawled on the ground, utterly bedraggled, her white robes stained with grime and torn to tatters.

It was as though that entire battle had cost Master Shou nothing at all, as natural to him as eating and drinking.

But...

Heaven's Liberation! And the manifestation Heaven's Liberation of Gods and Buddhas Under Eyes! These were all things that consumed an ancient sword cultivator's mind and willpower the most.

Bei Bei lay on the ground now largely because the manifestation of her Emperor Sword: Heaven's Liberation had been violently