The longsword swiftly cleaved down, and Wei Gu felt that just as the sword was about to reach him, it was suddenly pushed outward by a force. This force wasn't enough to completely change the trajectory of the sword, but it did cause a slight deviation and delay. A sense of dread filled his heart, and he found himself in a dilemma, having to both attack and retrieve his flying sword, but he was confident that his sword would never be taken from him, a belief inherent to a sword cultivator.
As he released his grip, preparing to shatter the Sword Gang and injure his enemy, he suddenly felt a surge of power erupt from the flying sword returning to his Purple Mansion. His body went numb,
and in the next moment, he felt a light tap on his head. By the time he regained control of his body, the good person was already a hundred yards away.
Wei Gu was stunned, his defeat coming so unexpectedly that he failed to use even a third of his capabilities.
But a defeat was a defeat!
