Plum Rain Hides Its Name and Battles in Season; Grain-Sowing Eight Gates Transformation Decides Life and Death

The world returned to view.

Xu Xiaoshou saw one astonished face after another.

They stared at him, at the Sword Dao Disk beneath his feet. Their faces and eyes brimmed with disbelief, fervor, and a faint blaze of envy.

Whether it was Mei Suren, Feng Tingchen, Liu Fuyu, or Gu Yu...

Clap! Xu Xiaoshou suddenly smacked his hands together. "Wake up!"

Only then did everyone snap out of it as if waking from a dream. Some blinked frantically, while others secretly slapped themselves.

The Profound-Meaning Array Diagram beneath Xu Xiaoshou's feet withdrew, but reality told them all that what had just happened was no illusion.

"Is it over?" Mei Suren came back to himself in a daze.

"It's over." Xu Xiaoshou looked over with a genial smile.

"Gained a little?" Gu Yu asked solemnly from the side.

"Gained a little."

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head to look at the man who should have been the third challenger, and an old hand at that. His smile deepened.

"The me of today is no longer the me of yesterday."

"I know what Elder Gu wants to say, but at a time like this..." He paused. "Elder Gu should also know what I want to say."

Gu Yu's face was steeped in grave contemplation. Hearing this, he fell silent.

How could he fail to see it? Xu Xiaoshou had not merely gained a little—he had gained far too much. His current Sword Dao realm had most likely risen by more than one level. He might even have surpassed Gu Yu himself!

Such a monstrous genius was never comparable to ordinary people. He had to be regarded as someone on the same level as Ba Zunan, an existence capable of spanning eras and ignoring the gulf of time.

But...

Should he retreat? At that