Victory or Defeat Has Been Decided!

The bone-chilling voice echoed across the plaza, and the air began to tremble strangely.

Zhou Qingyan gasped for breath, her snow-white hair slipping over her shoulders. Her face was smeared with blood, her magnificent robes were shredded beyond recognition, exposing skin torn open by fist winds and covered in bruises. She no longer possessed even a trace of the bearing a Sword Master ought to have!

"No... that's impossible..." She struggled to prop herself halfway up, feeling her heart hammer wildly as incomprehensible shock finally surfaced in her eyes.

The sword dao she took such pride in, the methods she had cultivated all this time—before the other party's pure, ultimate power, they had actually been so utterly unable to withstand a single blow?

Was he truly only a Domain Lord of the Dao Evolution Realm?!

Only now did Zhou Qingyan realize that she did not truly not care about victory or defeat. She had merely grown accustomed to her own victories long ago!

Even counting her sparring matches with the elders of her sect, she had never suffered such a miserable defeat!

Those gazes that had once meant nothing now fell upon her like flames. At last, Zhou Qingyan understood what humiliation truly was!

It was as though a voice echoed beside her ear:

Could you accept such an outcome?

Could you accept such a defeat?

"I... won't accept it!!"

Zhou Qingyan summoned the [Four Seas Divide] embedded in the distance back into her palm and gritted her teeth as she rose. Sword intent erupted around her, and flames seemed to burn within her ice-blue eyes!

The miraculous nature unique to the Dao Evolution Realm allowed cultivators to unleash their full strength even when grievously wounded!

She still wanted to win!

At that moment, a towering phantom of the sword