Outside the Asura Grounds.

Zhi’er spoke softly, “He may not be able to handle it!”

The old man fell silent for a moment and replied, “He can choose to give up!”

She gazed at the old man.

The old man spoke softly, “Master, which supreme expert has not gone through hell? Comfort and ordinary life is for the weak. Why are the strong, strong? How can they become strong without experiencing difficulties and hell?”

She remained silent.

The old man added, “Do you know the greatest difference between him and a Sword Saint?”

Zhi’er gazed at the old man, and the latter explained, “A Sword Saint is still a Sword Saint even without the sword. Not to mention losing the sword, even if they lose their arms, they’re still extraordinary Sword Saints!”

He gazed at the Asura Grounds and continued, “So long as sword cultivators have the sword in their hearts, they themselves will be a sword.”

Zhi’er looked up at the Asura Grounds and fell silent.

In the Asura Grounds.

Yang Ye’s arms had vanished, and he had no choice but to keep...