Ye Chunsheng felt a bit lost.
He looked down at the sword in his hand. This sword, which had been with him since childhood, was now shattered to pieces. Only a small stump of the blade remained, reducing it to a piece of scrap iron.
"I lost..."
Ye Chunsheng felt a trace of bitterness in his heart. Although he knew that no one could remain undefeated forever, this day had come far too quickly. He hadn't even made a name for himself in the Martial World yet, but he had already been defeated. With his sword shattered, it was a complete and utter crushing defeat.
However, Ye Chunsheng still had one question.
"Why... am I not dead?" Ye Chunsheng asked.
Since he had stepped into the Martial World, he naturally knew what it meant to challenge an established martial artist. It usually meant an undying and unyielding battle! A failed challenger would either die or be crippled. But what about him? He was completely unharmed. Let alone dying, he didn't even have a single scratch.
