A moment later, the sword fell, and Lu Jing felt a sharp pain in his right chest.
Soon after, the heavy feeling disappeared, and Lu Jing fell to the ground, his body covered in sweat.
'I didn't expect fellow Daoist Zhen's sword attack to be more domineering than my monarch sword. Fortunately, we don't have a life-or-death grudge. Otherwise, he could have killed me ten thousand times while I was immobilised.' He thought and stood.
"Thank you for sparing my life." He said in a solemn voice.
"Mmh." Zhen Yuan nodded before turning to Yang Zitao.
Seeing the look, the elder turned to Lu Jing.
"Disciple Lu, do you admit defeat?" He asked.
"It's my loss." Lu Jing said, removed a space ring from his middle finger and threw it to Zhen Yuan.
"The storage ring has enough spirit stones to buy an entry token to the sword intent forest." He said.
"Thank you." Zhen Yuan nodded, transferred the spirit stones to his space ring, and returned the other to Lu Jing.
