Hiss!

The sound of something being torn apart resounded, and then the space before the sword cultivator was sliced open.

An instant later, the middle aged man’s figure turned ethereal.

The sword cultivator sheathed his sword and walked away.

Meanwhile, the middle aged man suddenly said, “Someone like you shouldn’t exist in this world!”

The sword cultivator stopped, “All of you aren’t from this world!”

The middle aged man nodded, “We aren’t!”

The sword cultivator said, “Based on your main body’s strength, there should be very few capable of killing you. So, how did you die?”

The middle aged man smiled, “This is how the world is. You think you’re very strong, but there are those who are stronger. There’s always someone stronger, right?”

The sword cultivator glanced at the surroundings, “I hope someone can defeat me. Only defeat can allow me to locate new flaws in myself. Unfortunately, I’ve gone in search of many, but none have been able to defeat...