Yun Zhonghe gritted his teeth, it was evident that the Swords Descend Formation was putting him under a great deal of strain.
Now, if he forced himself to stand up, Yun Zhonghe could do it.
But looking at the current state of that female artist, Yun Zhonghe knew he had no chance of defeating her.
At last, he lowered his head, his face bereft of its usual defiant pride.
"Yun Zhonghe has lost!"
"Isn't he the disguised Chief Big Disciple of the Yaoshan Sword Sect??"
At the Mysterious Wall, there were exclamations of surprise from the crowd.
From a distance, the shadowy image of Nan Lingsha was utterly indistinct.
So many people had no idea how such a powerful Sword Master like Yun Zhonghe could have been defeated.
At the top of the city tower, Wu Feng of the Yaoshan Sword Sect stroked his chin, plunged into a moment of deep thought...