A ray of sword intent!1

Sun Yifei wanted to step into the clearing himself and stop Li Hao. His feet shifted as a reflection of his desire; the far off Yuan Shuo didn’t move from his position. It didn’t seem that he would stop his opponent.0

However, Sun Yifei’s footsteps halted and anguish appeared in his eyes. His disciple… wasn’t forfeiting!0

A frown crossed Yuan Shuo’s forehead and he flicked a glance at his age-old rival. Sun Yifei may be an outstanding martial master and excellent teacher, but he was not a good master. He did not make a move at this time. He hesitated because of the rules! The rules of the martial world!1

Sun Yifei fixed an expectant look on his disciple. Forfeit… I won’t let you die if you forfeit!0

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Sun Moxian also sensed danger in this moment. The situation was very dangerous! There was an exceedingly sharp sword intent coming from Li Hao’s hands.0

But meanwhile, Li Hao seemed to be dithering over something….0

Indeed, he was waiting. He waited for Sun Moxian to concede the duel. Although he wanted to kill his opponent and thereby cause Sun Yifei’s heart to waver, doubt crept through his...0