Lu Shao's expression changed drastically, and even the eyes beneath his long white brows went slightly vacant!
This was an exceedingly difficult realm among sword immortals.
For the ancient sword in one's hand was unlike other lifeless objects; it possessed spirituality of its own.
The greater the ancient sword's power, the harder it was to achieve Unity of Man and Sword and unleash all of its might.
Much less an immortal sword like Junting!
At this moment, the power radiating from the Junting Ancient Sword in his hand was as though that Sword Immortal Liyang had been reborn, lightning subduing all living beings.
Jiang Rongyue stared at the Junting Ancient Sword, whose blade seemed to have completely transformed into lightning, and was dazed for a moment before speaking.
"Little Junior Brother, you won!"
Yang Huai said upon hearing this, "Second Senior Sister should still have other powerful treasures. I did not win, and Second Senior Sister did not lose!"
He was not merely giving both sides a way to save face.
It was the truth. He could sense an immensely powerful spiritual aura within Jiang Rongyue.
"You needn't worry. I can afford to lose."
Jiang Rongyue's expression returned to calm.
There was not the slightest frustration from defeat on her face.
She turned and flew straight out of the Melting Gold Hall. Yet as she turned away, heartfelt delight instead bloomed across her face, and a smile replaced her former icy beauty. Even Daoist Lu was left somewhat stunned.
His figure descended as well, and he cupped his hands toward Yang Huai.
"Little Martial Uncle's swordsmanship is truly eye-opening. In merely a few months, you have cultivated our Profound Mystery Sect's sword arts to such a level. You are truly a heaven-blessed genius!"
"Martial Nephew Lu, you overpraise me. It