'My ten thousand-plus Spiritual Source.'
He knew Spirit Swords weren't durable, but he didn't know they were *this* fragile.
Did this sword not even have what it took to be swung with the full power of someone at Foundation Establishment Perfection?
This battle had come at a heavy cost.
As he was lamenting his loss, a Spirit Sword landed in front of him. "Consider it your spoils of war for defeating me."
Jiang Man looked at Zhuo Ling in surprise, thinking what a good person she was.
He examined the new Spirit Sword. It was a grade higher than his previous one, worth at least twenty thousand Spiritual Source.
He'd made a huge profit.
Just then, Zhuo Ling touched her neck, still shaken by his final strike.
'How had he managed to perfectly use the Bengliu Technique to send the Spirit Sword to himself, then perfectly catch and swing it?'
'This person's combat Talent is leagues above my own.'
At that moment, Jiang Man gripped the sword and smiled. "Thank you for the match."
