Jiang Wang did not believe that in this world, someone "should not lose".
For every strong competitor, there is always someone stronger, and even those at the peak still look up to the sky.
The young man in the splendid robe spoke as if it were a matter of course, suggesting he truly believed he had a reason "not to lose".
But Jiang Wang did not want to lose either.
Once the horn of battle sounded, Longing had already been drawn from the sheath.
Because the speed was too fast, it seemed to happen simultaneously. As soon as Ling Yue's words ended, the sword was already at his throat.
A single water droplet fell.
This clear process, ingeniously concluded.
The water droplet just happened to fall on the tip of the sword.
Jiang Wang felt a heaviness in his hand.
It was only a droplet, yet it was like a river!
This was a Heavy Water Technique far more sophisticated than Tian He's.
