In pursuit of his sword, even the Supreme Sword Sect did not exist in his eyes.
Therefore, he was destined to have such a Sword Heart, such Cultivation.
But... what do the two people dueling before him count for now?
And in their eyes, what do sects, gangs, numbers, and legacies count for?
Dai Zongming's face showed a hint of desolation, for the first time feeling at a loss and bewildered.
However, compared to him, the thoughts of others were far simpler.
They only wanted to know... At that moment, what was the outcome of the duel?
The dust suddenly dispersed!
It wasn't natural; it was blown away by a gust of wind.
A fierce wind swept away the dust that covered the sky, scattering it in an instant, disappearing completely within the blink of an eye.
A large open space appeared before the people.
