Li Feng slowly lowered the sword and looked toward the direction where the cloaked figure had been sent flying.
He nodded to himself with a solemn expression.
He then calmly placed the sheathed sword against his shoulder.
"Hmph. You don't deserve to make me draw my sword."
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Meanwhile...
Inside the sword,
Sword Exalt was already on his knees, with tears streaming down his old face.
He had waited for countless years and had encountered countless swordsmen throughout his long existence, yet he had never seen anything like this before.
The sword talent he had just sensed from Li Feng was so absurd that even he could barely comprehend it.
"S-Such talent…"
Sword Exalt's voice trembled as tears continued flowing down his cheeks.
Li Feng's sword talent was…
Heaven-defying!…TRASH!
"That's right! Heaven-defying trash! How can someone's sword talent be this terrible?!"
He repeated it again, and tears immediately poured down his face.
