Wang Ruoxie's words made Liu Song feel a great sense of humiliation. He, who mastered Sword Intent at the Great Perfection level of the Ninth Layer, was said to not understand swords at all.
However, he had no rebuttal because he was defeated.
The sword he was proud of was utterly ineffective against the opponent's sword.
Ironically, just moments ago, he had mocked Wang Ruoxie, saying that the opponent was no match for his sword and even boasting that he would kill him.
Yet the reality was so dramatic that he had to concede and beg for mercy to save his life.
"You repeatedly tried to kill me; do you think conceding is enough?"
Wang Ruoxie smiled indifferently at Liu Song and spoke slowly.
Originally, he only intended to teach Liu Song a lesson, but since the latter sought to take his life, he naturally wouldn't be merciful.
"I've already conceded. What more do you want?"
Liu Song's face changed dramatically at these words, and he hurriedly spoke.
