Shang Xia’s sword boundary disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

A casual smile could be seen on his face when he withdrew his sword formation. It was in stark contrast to the sorry look on Yang Chao’s face which still had blood trickling down it. 

The victor was clear. 

“You…” Yang Chao had an unresigned expression on his face, but his reluctance to accept the situation was accompanied by confusion and fear. Everyone could see how flustered he was.

“Many thanks for the lesson.” Shang Xia cupped his fists towards Yang Chao to declare the end of the battle.

“Much obliged. In the future, I will definitely look for Brother Shang to practice my sword art in the future.” After experiencing what just happened, Yang Chao understood clearly that he would never be Shang Xia’s opponent as long as they were both in the Martial Extremity Realm. The only way he could attain...