The final match of the Young Kings Tournament.
The opponent was strong.
Of course, anyone who made it to this final step couldn't be weak.
Yet, he was still no match for Gu Shengyin.
"I lost."
The man was a swordsman, silent and steadfast like his sword. Only when he drew his blade did one feel that chilling, ever-present killing aura.
His admission of defeat was equally straightforward.
A person like him wouldn't waste his time on meaningless things.
With that time, he might as well practice his swordsmanship again.
As everyone expected, Gu Shengyin won first place in the tournament, becoming the undisputed king among the younger generation of martial artists on the Tianxuan Continent.
On the Tianxuan Continent's side, the precious communication stone was used to send this joyous news back to Tianxuan the moment the results were announced.
Waiting for the returning warriors to the Empire would be the grandest welcome ceremony.
