“He lost…” The leader of the Wheel of the Moon Sect, Chu Yukou, reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning. He felt a chill in his hands and feet.

In his heart, the grand high elder was an invincible existence. His attainments in the Dao of the Sword were so lofty that he could look down upon the masses

Add that to the fifty years he spent polishing his Dao of the Sword, and he ought to have stunned and dazzled the world upon emerging from seclusion. He ought to have been invincible.

This was Mount Rama! Their home turf! Yet now, there was a sharp edge positioned directly against Qiu Hengkong’s throat!

Who could have anticipated this? From beginning to end, Su Yi had only swung his sword nine times!

“How is this possible!?” The entire Wheel of the Moon Sect, regardless of rank and status, felt dazed and bewildered.

When Su Yi announced that he’d leave the Wheel of the Moon Sect a path to life so long as Qiu Hengkong didn’t lose within ten attacks, it infuriated them, but it also seemed ridiculous.

Yet Qiu Hengkong really didn’t make it to the tenth strike…

How could they possibly accept this?

“The young lord won!” Cha Jin’s beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement. She felt as if a massive boulder had lifted from her shoulders, and...