"See, I was right!" Liu Yuhuan smiled confidently at Nan Liangyu, Zhuo Tingqin, and the others.
At the same time on the battlefield, the expression on Yin Jiaxiong's face gradually turned from bewilderment to solemnity.
Then in a hoarse voice, he asked, "What is this sword technique?"
"Wind-Slaying."
"Wind-Slaying...," Yin Jiaxiong muttered, and then a look of anguish appeared on his face.
"No wonder, my sword is called Wind Listening, but yours is Wind-Slaying. It's no surprise that I lost."
As he spoke, the arrogant expression on Yin Jiaxiong's face quickly dimmed, with no trace of his previous haughtiness.
But he had nothing to say.
Because in the battle just now, Zhao Ya hadn't used any trickery; he defeated him entirely with superior sword technique.
