"Why did this happen?"
"I... I couldn't even block a single sword strike?"
Qi Wushang had always been confident in his own strength. After all, ranking among the top three of the younger generation in the Southern Region was a recognition everyone had given him.
But now, facing Chen Changan—a man whose cultivation was even lower than his own—he had lost.
And he had lost utterly. Chen Changan hadn't even needed a sword; a single strike had been enough to defeat him.
It dealt a heavy blow to Qi Wushang's confidence. So he didn't even deserve to make the other man draw his sword?
Chen Changan had just used his finger in place of a sword, and with a single exchange, sent Qi Wushang flying.
Qi Wushang could feel that Chen Changan had held back. At the last moment, Chen Changan had withdrawn nine-tenths of the force behind his strike.
Nine-tenths!
In other words, Chen Changan had trounced him with just one-tenth of his strength!
"That's Young Master Wushang, isn't it? H-how could he have lost so quickly?"
"He's certainly Young Master Wushang, but the man he faced is the Grand Elder of the Profound Sword Sect."
"So he really is the Grand Elder of the Profound Sword Sect? The rumors were true?"
"He really can suppress the Haojian Sect with a single strike?"
"But... he's only at the Myriad Tribulation Realm."
"I don't know. I'm not sure. I have no idea. But... the fact is, he can defeat Young Master Wushang with ease."
"With such a major figure appearing in the Profound Sword Sect, the Southern Region is bound to get lively."
"Let's get out of here. This isn't something we need to worry about. We're just here to watch the show."
The crowd scattered in all directions. Chen