'Such incredible Swordsmanship... How is this possible? How can there still be someone in the Southern Wilderness stronger than me in the Sword Dao?' Beiming Shang landed with blood at the corner of his mouth. His gaze was dim, and he looked utterly dejected. He was once the prodigy of the Beiming Sword Sect's younger generation, but a few months ago, he had lost to Xu Zitao.
That was difficult for him to accept.
At that time, Beiming Shang had been despondent for a long while after his loss to Xu Zitao.
He only came to terms with it after learning of Xu Zitao's identity.
But Beiming Shang never imagined that he would lose again today, and so crushingly at that.
After successive defeats, his Dao heart was on the verge of shattering.
With a look of utter helplessness, Beiming Shang raised his head.
Before him, Lian Shuang drifted down gracefully.
