Ye Xuan was caught off guard, as before he could make a move, a strand of Sword Qi from Sword Demon's right index finger had already appeared at his neck.
If this were a life-and-death battle, Ye Xuan's head would probably have parted ways with his neck by now.
Yes, Ye Xuan lost this match again. Despite Ye Xuan's earnest efforts and genuine willingness to diligently cultivate the act of Sword Drawing, he still could not compare to Sword Demon.
Ye Xuan was defeated completely, feeling frustrated and sighing helplessly, uncertain of how long it would take him to defeat the one-armed Sword Demon before him. Three years? Ten years? Fifty years? Or perhaps a hundred!
Ye Xuan couldn't help but lower his head, feeling deeply troubled.
