“Master!” 

Ling Yunzi looked at Yue Zifeng. “I told you last time, a sword cultivator cannot have fear in his heart. You attacked so forcibly because you didn’t have the confidence to win. The moment you thought about stalling instead of winning, you already lost. A sword is a double-edged blade. Whether it harms the enemy or yourself is decided by just a thought. With every move, you must seek to defeat your enemy. If your heart holds fears, it’s like your sword is sheathed. If your sword is buried, it is impossible to comprehend the true essence of the Sword Dao. You only wanted to stall for Long Chen, and so you fell from the Sword Dao. No matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as your sword is in your hand, you can forget everything else. The only...