It was no wonder Yue Hongling did not bother to pursue.0

She knew that with that final strike, Shi Wuding was already dead, closing the chapter on the karma she had accumulated back when she first went to Bashan. The fact that he managed to hold on long enough to run out and confront Han Wubing was only because of the remaining sword qi in his body, sword qi that was not even his own.0

This time, she had truly made a difference, and Yue Hongling felt satisfied. She had not been overshadowed by her little man. Now, everyone’s attention was focused on Han Wubing, but that did not matter. She had not acted for the sake of others’ recognition.0

Reflecting on it, she realized why Shi Wuding, as one of the most iconic swordsmen in the Great Xia Empire, had been so obsessed with breaking through on his path, going to such lengths and even living as if he were a great villain, yet never managed to break through to the third layer of the Profound Mysteries.0

He simply could not break through. He did not even know who he truly was. How could an incomplete person break through to the third layer of the Profound Mysteries, the pinnacle of martial arts power in the current era?0

Even if he had managed to break through, he would have likely ended up as nothing more than nourishment for someone else.0

Of course, Snow Owl’s reasons for making sword slaves were not necessarily...0