Many divine heirs and one or two Dao Children of the Demon Race were shocked by the ferocity of the human race's infighting—and delighted by how fiercely humans were wearing one another down.
But what about the humans?
What did the humans themselves think?
What did the thousands of human sword heirs watching quietly outside the Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven—each powerful enough to terrify anyone below a True Immortal Heir—and the tens of billions of human sword cultivators think?
Were they ashamed?
Did they hate it and curse aloud?
Were they furious but forced to swallow their anger for fear of the other side's strength?
"We pay our respects!"
"Sword Heir!"
At that moment, every sword heir of the present age, including the Desolate Flame Sword Heir and the Burial Heaven Sword Heir, along with human sword heirs such as Zhong Limo and Li Mingyuan, witnessed the scene. They all dropped to one knee, hands pressed to their sword hilts.
They stared fixedly at the Great Sun Sword Heir, faces blazing with killing intent and excitement, and roared.
They were sword cultivators!
Sword cultivators!
What had they just seen?
They had seen an eight-step sword heir challenge a True Immortal Heir to a Sacred Sword Duel of his own accord!
He had not been forced!
It was not a choice born of utter desperation. He had challenged a True Immortal Heir to a Sacred Sword Duel of his own accord!
How lofty, how magnificent was such swordsmanship!
Even if a sword cultivator like that died, even if he fell without putting up a fight, did he not deserve to be praised by countless sword cultivators for all eternity?
At that moment, a true gentleman of the sword had appeared!
Every sword cultivator was moved by his lofty swordsmanship. They knelt,