Because everyone saw that, from start to finish, Xia Liu never touched Zhu Long.
Except for those two divine blades of unparalleled power.
"Hahaha! If your skills are inferior, they're simply inferior—why make so many excuses?"
"Daoist Fellow Xia has profound cultivation; his sword realm has already reached the Transformed Boundary Realm. Competing in swordsmanship—you're still too weak!"
"Ridiculous. To be badly injured and then come up with such an excuse—could it be that the Falling Petal Sword God simply can't afford to lose?"
"Right, he can't afford to lose, because the price is his life!"
"Hahaha!"
The three Innate warriors from the Guo family laughed endlessly. The dignified Falling Petal Sword God—reduced to such a condition.
No wonder he dared not accept a challenge back in the day.
"Haha, defeated and still making excuses. So this is all an Innate warrior amounts to?"
"It's a miracle, isn't it? A supposed Innate warrior… unable to bear losing?"
