I Am Not a Disciple of the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion

Seeing that the sect leader had admitted his loss, Zhang Xuan quietly heaved a sigh of relief as he removed the black cloth.

It might have appeared as if he had beaten the five of them easily, but in truth, it was much more complicated than that. In terms of difficulty, this would definitely be far above that of slaying five thousand inner disciples in the Ethereal Hall. If he had shown the smallest opening, there was no doubt that those five would have exploited it right away to crush him!

It was fortunate that everything turned out well in the end.

"The Gods' Sword Intent is indeed formidable!" Returning to his seat, Sect Leader Han Jianqiu chuckled softly. It did not seem like the earlier defeat had induced any negative emotions in him at all.

"I thank you for going easy on me," Zhang Xuan replied with clasped fists.

"A loss is a loss…" Han Jianqiu shook his head. "So, what's the question you would like to ask?"