At that moment, Wu Qiong directly pinpointed the pain in his heart, his face twisted into a grimace. He knew Wu Qiong might be doing this on purpose, but his mood had already become extreme. With a cold laugh, he said to his opponent, "You are merely a scholar whose meridians have been destroyed and whose realm has greatly fallen. Even if you once could compare to a grandmaster, now you are at most at the Fifth Rank Realm."
No matter how eloquently reasoned or beautifully written an article of one or two, or even a thousand pounds might be, it's all settled by the matter of one sword.
His right hand rose, resting on the hilt of his sword.
