When Jiang Wang first began learning the sword, he understood deeply that "a sword has two edges; it wounds others and wounds oneself."
Even when slaying an enemy, one had to exercise restraint.
Even when striving for victory, one must not forget to master oneself.
That was how he understood the saying.
But this was the first time he had felt so deeply what it meant to "wound oneself."
Yan Shaofei's sword was too heavy.
Too sorrowful.
This was the swordsmanship of a heartbroken man.
In this world, heartbreak was unavoidable.
And so no one could escape the sword of heartbreak.
After this battle, the God-Wounding Sword Technique was sure to become famous throughout the world.
Grand Commander of Valiant Cavalry Xiahou Lie personally stepped onto the platform and carried Zhongshan Weisun away.
Though he had lost the fight—and to a non-hegemonic nation like the Wei State, no less—which did not look good for the people of Jing State, the people of Jing understood the vicissitudes of battle better than anyone.
Victory and defeat were commonplace in war.
What was more, the one lying on the platform was the direct grandson of Zhongshan Yanwen. Even His Majesty the Army Lord could not possibly stand by and do nothing.
Naturally, Xiahou Lie had to show some degree of concern.
Before the battle began, he had glared at Wu Xun, the great general of the Wei State. Now that it was over, however, he would not make an issue of anything.
After all, a single victory or defeat at the Yellow River Assembly would not shake Jing State's position.
A hegemonic nation had a presence all its own.
After personally tending to Zhongshan Weisun's injuries, he handed him over to the medical cultivators accompanying the delegation, then returned to his seat in