Seeing the sword emperors kneeling without any hint of fighting anymore, Mo Xie couldn't help but tilt his head: "That's it?"
He pointed at Xuan Yuan: "My student hasn't even learned anything, and you four already surrender?"
Choi Liaoxun coldly snorted as he stood up: "I concede to the fact that your weapon mastery has already surpassed us, but in terms of cultivation..."
As he spoke of this, he sneered: "You're a hundred years too early!"
"Desolate Wind Shards!" Thousands of broken glass like winds started to head towards Mo Xie.
Mo Xie frowns, he waved his sword, and this time, he moved from his spot!
Seeing this, the three sword emperors looked at each other: "Right, even if he surpasses us through weapon mastery, he'll definitely not match us with the cultivation!"
"Right!"
