Sword One's wooden sword unexpectedly shattered, then exploded with a thunderous boom.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his Daoist robe torn, as he retreated frantically.
He was defeated.
Tian Ze, using his Grandmaster Cultivation and his ferocious tiger mount, defeated Sword One of Sword King City.
Sword One did not make excuses, claiming the opponent's cultivation was higher or that the mount helped, because at their level of prowess, such limitations were insignificant.
As for the mount,
The wooden sword in his hand was also a Spirit Sword that Sword King City nourished for hundreds of years, yet it was directly shattered by Tian Ze.
"Sword One, are you all right?"
Nangong Weiyang, engaged in intense battle, was shocked and abandoned her opponent to run toward Sword One.
Seeing Nangong Weiyang's concerned state, Sword One felt elated, suddenly finding that being seriously injured wasn't entirely a bad thing. What's wrong with enduring it once more?
