THUD!
In front of thousands, under the gaze of elders, disciples, and peak lords—
Liu Zhenhai fell to his knees.
Silence.
Pure, absolute silence.
Compared to the battles before this, this wasn't even a fight.
This was a public execution.
Even Bai Yujian, Liu Zhenhai's own previous master, refused to look at him.
She was never the type to blindly protect her disciples, but this?
This was humiliating beyond words.
She had trained Liu Zhenhai for decades.
And yet—in just a few months, Su Xiaobai had turned him into this?
Was her teaching that useless?
Or was this brat simply too monstrous?
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Su Xiaobai's grin widened as he watched Liu Zhenhai's trembling body, soaked in sweat and disgrace.
A few months ago, this man could have crushed him effortlessly.
Now?
He was nothing.
And the best part?
He did this to himself.
A swordsman's worst enemy isn't another cultivator—it's his own emotions.
Rage?
A death sentence.
