"A gentleman does not form factions!"

The sword was slowly pushed towards Xu Qingshan, as if it were a gift.

It is smooth and clean, like a cup of fragrant tea lying on a sword.

I'm not trying to kill you, I'm just inviting you for tea.

Xu Qingshan's externalized sword energy froze, and his eyes stared at Zhou Chuan's sword with disbelief.

At this moment, his inner world was even more shaken!

All the evil deeds, misdeeds, and actions against my conscience from the past flashed wildly through my mind.

Every scene transformed into a sword aura, lashing at his soul.

In an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted from Xu Qingshan's mouth. He used all his strength to swing his longsword and deflect Zhou Chuan's sword, then quickly retreated several steps, clutching his chest, blood still flowing from his mouth.

The outcome is decided.

"You've lost, Scholar Xu." Zhou Chuan twirled his sword and casually tossed his long hair.

Xu Qingshan clutched his chest, looked at Zhou Chuan, and said, "You've become so powerful..."

Zhou Chuan said, "I was able to defeat you not because of my cultivation level, but because of my swordsmanship. When my master taught me the Gentleman's Sword, he said that as long as I can stay true to my principles and not go astray, I will become the person with the highest mastery of the Gentleman's Sword."

"The gentleman's sword is superior to the fickle sword, which means that evil cannot prevail over good!"

Xu Qingshan staggered a few steps, barely managing to stand up by bracing himself with his longsword on the ground, showing that Zhou Chuan's sword had caused him severe internal injuries.

At that moment, a deep, somber voice rang out.

"The disciple of the Jinghai Sword Master is just like him, all high-sounding and self-righteous, even when killing someone he has to proclaim some bullshit justice!"