On the Nameless Peak, upon hearing the words, Situ Cheng immediately became angry.
"That day, you made all the Spirit Swords of the Inner Sect skyrocket, slashing towards me, and you still say that wasn't Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!"
Situ Cheng, thinking back on it now, felt a bit fearful.
Countless Spirit Swords ended up hovering right in front of him, forcibly stopped by the middle-aged scholar.
Had there been the slightest mistake, he figured he would have been riddled like a beehive.
In all these years, only that sparring match two years ago made him start to doubt: "Am I really just slightly weaker than senior brother?"
Even after performing Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, the middle-aged scholar appeared extremely weakened, having lost the strength to fight.
This made him realize: "It's still just a little gap because as long as I survive by chance, or set up a fallback plan in advance, the one who dies would definitely be him!"
