This time, Ji Chengfeng truly understood how formidable Sword Cultivators could be. His face flushed, alternating between pale and crimson.
He couldn't defeat Yang Jing even at his peak. Now, with his body invaded by Ren Water Sword Qi, he struggled to even circulate his Magical Power. If he were to step onto the Magic Battle Platform now, he would surely be defeated in an instant.
After a moment's hesitation, he covered his face and fled, hastily piloting his Flying Spiritual Artifact away in disgrace.
Yang Jing extended his palm, and the distant Flying Sword returned to his grasp, as agile as a darting fish.
"What a coward."
Only then did Ren Xingzhou finally accept the reality of the situation. Ji Chengfeng, the man the seniors at the Household Affairs Hall called invincible among his peers, had been defeated so easily.
