The sword slashed down swiftly. Just as it was about to reach him, Wei Gu felt a force suddenly push it outward. The force was not enough to change its course entirely, but it caused a slight deviation and delay. He inwardly cried out in alarm. He was caught in a dilemma now, having to retrieve his flying sword while attacking, but a Sword Cultivator's sword could never be taken away. He had that confidence.
He released the force in his hand, about to shatter the sword gang and wound his opponent. Just then, a burst of power suddenly erupted from the flying sword that had returned to his Purple Mansion, and his entire body went numb.
The next moment, someone lightly tapped the top of his head. By the time he regained control of his body, the good man was already a hundred zhang away. Wei Gu froze. His defeat had caught him completely off guard, leaving him no time to react. He had not even brought thirty percent of his abilities into play. But a defeat was a defeat!
He was a Sword Cultivator who relied on explosive power, yet he had been utterly crushed in that very regard. There was nothing he could say. But he was not a sore loser, and the excitement of suddenly encountering a powerful opponent outweighed his disappointment.
"Your skills are astonishing. I lost, but what I want to know is, how did you catch my flying sword?"
The question was quite rude, because the other man had no obligation to answer him. This was a cultivation secret. But he simply could not help himself. Unless he cleared this up, he would never dare launch his flying sword at anyone again!
The good man truly was a good man and held nothing