"What this fellow Daoist said was absolutely right—use hardness to cut through softness. Good, very good."
The young people around them looked at Ye Lin with faces full of admiration.
Using softness to overcome hardness had been an old saying since ancient times, but no one had possessed such boldness as to use hardness to cut through softness.
"My apologies, Little Sword Immortal. Slash!"
In the arena, Kuang Sheng let out an angry roar and raised the greatsword in his hand, chopping it toward Xuanmiao.
Sword Qi crisscrossed around Xuanmiao, but before that incomparably tyrannical greatsword, the Sword Qi scattered one after another.
With a tremendous bang, Xuanmiao's entire body was sent flying off the Arena by Kuang Sheng's sword.
"Thank you for letting me win."
Kuang Sheng planted the greatsword in his hand into the center of the Arena and burst into laughter.
The Little Sword Immortal was nothing more than this. He could not even withstand three of Kuang Sheng's moves.
It seemed the words of the world could not be trusted.
When Xuanmiao saw Kuang Sheng basking in glory on the Arena, rage assaulted his heart, and he spat out a great mouthful of blood.
He refused to accept this. If Jian Wushuang had not used three swords five years ago to halt his Sword Intent completely, then he could have defeated this little nobody before him with a casual wave of his hand.
The next moment, he fainted dead away.
The Little Sword Immortal's crushing defeat filled the others with contempt.
And they had even called Xuanmiao the Little Sword Immortal. He could not even defeat a Kuang Sheng. Bah! He was unworthy of being a Sword Immortal's disciple.
"I am Kuang Sheng—the Kuang of peerlessly arrogant, the Sheng of victorious through a hundred battles. I