In his eyes,
there was no such thing as "exhaustion"!
No matter how many enemies, no matter how strong the enemy, as long as they couldn't kill him, what awaited them was only a desperate counterattack!
As he witnessed this scene, Yuwen Jingwen's last breath was also exhausted.
He could only watch unwillingly as the opponent switched from defense to offense.
He went from managing to defend, to barely holding on, to a flurry of panic, until...
He was completely out of strength!
This battle!
Had Yuwen Jingwen's explosive limits not been hindered by an opponent of the same realm, he alone could have slaughtered about five thousand soldiers, enough to completely collapse an army.
But what he faced was just a Xuanxiang!
And...
He was defeated by this Xuanxiang.
In this world,
where is there a Martial Saint who would be defeated by those beneath them!?
This was a disgrace...
It was the dishonor of the Yuwen Tribe.
It was also...
