"From ancient times to the present, the Sword Sect's Thirteen Swords have been famous throughout the universe and hailed as the supreme art of the sword. Did you think that was just empty talk? There's one thing I know, even if I don't know anything else, Junior Brother: a successor to the Thirteen Swords can be defeated, but he will never retreat. Even at the very end, the Thirteen Swords will always be the strongest. This is a path to ultimate power. If you're defeated, it's only because you haven't mastered it." Long Yun spoke with envy and admiration.
Liu Shaoqiu's gaze flickered as he stood in place, silently thinking.
Long Yun said nothing more and left. In truth, he'd made all of that up just now because he hated trouble and didn't want Liu Shaoqiu clinging to him. Still, it wasn't entirely made up. The Thirteen Swords' reputation for invincibility was real—when compared to the whole of history, that was. Sometimes, though, the Thirteen Swords ran into monstrous geniuses, and then things turned tragic: they could be suppressed for their entire lives. Like this generation, for instance. Of course, Long Yun would never say that out loud.
In the sky, Lu Yin absorbed the star energy from his star energy crystals while using Three Leaf Clover Company's special medicine to treat the wounds on his chest and hands.
The gash across his chest was especially deep, staining half his clothes red.
"Seventh Brother, try not to do things like that again. You're not alone. If you die, I'll die too," Ghost Marquis complained.
Lu Yin replied mildly, "As long as you keep cultivating, you can't avoid things like this." Then he sighed, "It's been a long time since I've been hurt this badly."
"What, you want to get hurt