The world seemed frozen, silent to the extreme.
Jiang Ding walked slowly onto the battlefield, dominating the land.
All around was quiet, allowing him to stroll over to Huang Huo Sword Son, and he said plainly, "Defeated?"
"Yes, defeated."
"Outmatched."
Huang Huo Sword Son offered no excuse, responding dejectedly.
A Sword Cultivator's life was always about victory or defeat, life or death; reasons were not important.
"From your perspective, the collaborative organization of the Human Dao Child is indeed inferior to the Divine Son's."
"What do you think is the reason for this?"
Jiang Ding smiled slightly and asked, "Is it a racial flaw?"
Clearly, this Human Swordsman had arrived earlier, merely watching quietly, and was not a coincidence of arriving at the last minute.
