Among them, the many young prodigies of the Sanqing Sect looked especially ugly; Li Hantian was their pride. Earlier, being humiliated by Mo Qingluan and crippling his own arm had already left them with no face at all.
Originally, they were counting on this battle for Li Hantian to turn the situation around, yet who would have thought that under Mo Qingluan's grace and bearing, Li Hantian was not even worth a single blow.
His clothes were shredded by Sword Qi, and countless bloody gashes appeared all over his body.
Truly, far too pathetic.
The tenth-ranked genius on the Ancient Realm List, from this moment on, his reputation was ruined.
Is that pitiful?
You could say, very pitiful.
All because of a single sentence from him, he ended up like this.
And yet, who could he blame?
On the head of lust sits a blade; now Li Hantian had finally tasted it.
