A Grandmaster, in the realm of swordsmanship, had actually been defeated by a junior.
And it was in the most humiliating way possible.
With a sword pointed at her throat—if Li Nuo also had the cultivation of a Grandmaster, she would already be dead.
Su Qing found it hard to believe; she clenched her teeth, picked up her sword, and said, "Again!"
This time, she was even more serious, switching to another set of her own creation of sword moves, fierce and primarily offensive, aiming for a swift victory.
This was her trump card, one she had not even used while sparring with those other Grandmasters.
There was no need to use her trump card against those people.
However, Li Nuo seemed to see through her sword moves, no matter how she changed them, he could easily cope.
This made Su Qing feel an intense sense of helplessness.
Helplessness to the point of despair.
She hadn't felt this way even when facing the Sixth Realm.
The Sixth Realm was merely an overwhelming of strength.
