Meeting Mo Yuan, 10,000 Swords Versus 10,000 Swords (2)

"Sword cultivators will never admit defeat…"

Countless voices sounded, turning into a tsunami that rushed into the sky.

"Boom!"

Cloud waves surged, and waves surged into the sky. The sound waves spread for thousands of miles!

"Sword cultivators will never admit defeat," a great cultivator muttered, his eyes shining.

"Never admit defeat. It's easy to lose. It's easy to let go of the sword in your hand. It's easy to bend down and lower your head…" A down-and-out sword cultivator stood by the shore and looked at the surging waves as he whispered softly.

It was easy to give up. It was easy to admit his failure.

But if he didn't give it his all, why would he admit defeat?

The victor had yet to be determined, so why should he admit defeat?

"Boom!"

On the stone wall, the sword vibrated, and the cliff that was like a heavenly wall shattered into pieces.