"Your Majesty Nie Yun, your strength is incredible. I am thoroughly convinced of my defeat. Seeing your power has made me realize that true masters don't need to rely on external objects. When one's Cultivation reaches a profound enough level, every part of the body is a longsword! I have learned a valuable lesson!"
Luoo Qingshou stood quietly in place for a moment, as if he had come to some kind of epiphany. He suddenly bowed respectfully to Nie Yun several times, then tossed away the broken Ice Frost Divine Sword in his hand. It was as if a great burden had been lifted, and an indescribable sense of relief washed over him.
It seemed that although he had been utterly defeated in this battle, he had also gained something from it, deepening his understanding of Swordsmanship.
"Your Majesty Longxi, I have done what you asked of me. From this day forward, we shall not meet again. Farewell!"
