"A Meng is here! You fiends, retreat and die! Refuse, and die all the same!"
The voice from above the dome echoed ceaselessly across the empty Blood Pool and the grassland of Jade Bone Grass.
"A Meng?"
Astonishment on his face, Xu Taiping suddenly felt that the name sounded familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before.
"A Meng, Sword Champion of the Nine Prefectures?"
"Why is he here?"
Just as Xu Taiping was struggling to recall who A Meng was, the Demon Cultivators' whispers, which he heard through the Jade Bone Grass, suddenly brought him to his senses.
"So it's A Meng, Sword Champion of the Nine Prefectures."
Understanding dawned on Xu Taiping.
The reason the name sounded familiar was that A Meng was the previous Sword Champion of the Nine Prefectures.
Not only that, his name also often came up alongside Su Chan's.
Before Su Chan fell to demonhood, A Meng had come to the Azure Profound Sect every year to seek a Sword Inquiry with him, never missing a single year, even when gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
And in the Nine Prefectures Sword Champion Contest, A Meng had lost to Su Chan's sword every single time.
At first, A Meng's swordsmanship had been ordinary, yet he had always entertained the wild ambition of challenging the already renowned Su Chan, so people had often mocked him for not knowing his own limits.
But as A Meng's swordsmanship climbed another floor each year, he defeated every Sword Cultivator in the Nine Prefectures in just a few short decades.
At last, no one dared mock him anymore.
Yet even with his rapid improvement, he still lost to Su Chan's sword in the Sword Champion Contest, and suffered a crushing defeat at that.
Everyone lamented: since