Above the river of Sword Intent.
Li Bufan walks further and further, his silhouette already far beyond sight.
In contrast, the highly anticipated Su Changqing remains motionless on the spot.
He has yet to break through the second barrier of swordsmanship.
This scene leaves the crowd astonished, and voices of surprise rise all around.
"What's going on? Li Bufan is about to comprehend a thousand sword techniques, yet Su Changqing hasn't even unlocked the second one?"
"It shouldn't be like this; Su Changqing's Sword Dao penetrates the divine, gathering imperial intent. It shouldn't be this inadequate."
"Heh, I think his so-called imperial intent might have been inherited from the Sword Emperor, while his own Sword Dao is mediocre at best."
"Hiss... if that's the case, it makes sense. Turns out this so-called Sword God is all but a facade..."
The astonishment on everyone's faces gradually turns to disdain.
