"Sword God... is dead!"
A Grandmaster from Fusang cried out in sorrow, tears streaming down his face.
In front of him, Ikenotani Seishun lay dead with his eyes wide open, a bloody Fist Seal vivid on his chest.
His body shriveled like straw, the once invincible Fusang Sword God, was deeply embedded in the earth.
All around, countless Fusang Martial Artists knelt and wept bitterly, as if mourning the death of their own parents.
What they were crying for wasn't the death of the Sword God.
It was the death of Fusang Martial Arts!
A young Grandmaster from Xia Country, not yet twenty years old, had single-handedly cut a swath through Fusang Martial Arts.
Xia Country Martial Arts, from that moment on, thoroughly surpassed Fusang Martial Arts!
Countless people from smaller nations would learn Xia Country Martial Arts and take pride in entering Xia Country.
And this was only what could be seen now.
