During this time, he had always believed that he had been defeated by Nie Wushuang, not Li Chang'an.
But the Sword Array that materialized in Li Chang'an's hand shattered that belief entirely.
"It was you! It was really you that day! This is impossible!"
Sima Rui couldn't accept it.
He was a Golden Core Disciple! To think he'd lost to a Loose Cultivator like Li Chang'an. And the defeat had been so crushing—he had been beaten without any chance to fight back!
"Li Chang'an, you only have a Low Grade Spirit Root. How could you possibly be on par with a Celestial Pride like Nie Wushuang?"
"Daoist Sima, you are mistaken."
Li Chang'an said calmly, his expression serene.
"Ten thousand years ago, Mo Qingkuang had only an Inferior Grade Spirit Root. Didn't he still slay countless Celestial Prides and become a Nascent Soul expert of his generation?"
"You..."
Sima Rui's expression soured, and he was about to retort.
But he didn't know how, because Li Chang'an was right.
