Never before had Liu Jianxin felt so excited.
He suddenly understood why the fools were so obsessed with being heroes. The feeling of turning the tide, facing thousands of soldiers alone, and saving the righteous path of the martial world was truly joyful.
This joy was different from the pleasure of betraying a sworn brother and selling out friends for glory, climbing step by step to the peak.
It seemed more grand, sacred.
His heart stirred with sword intent, his sword Qi abundant.
Liu Jianxin stood alone, with his sword, in the center of the arena.
At this moment, most people anticipated his death. Yet, from the sword Qi he emitted, they felt a certain...
Indescribable fear.
"A mere insect trying to shake a tree, an unknown junior. Do you think killing a few bandits elevates you to the pinnacle of the martial world?"
The Abbot said coldly.
Liu Jianxin replied:
"I hope you keep your word. If we win the next six matches, you will obey my command."
