Everyone looked toward Lin Xuan, wondering if he would swallow his pride and ask for help.
Lin Xuan stated calmly, "I possess a complete Sword Intent. I don't need anyone's help."
Sword Wushuang was speechless. The crowd was stunned into silence.
"You all heard him," Sword Wushuang said with a cold snort, turning away from Lin Xuan. "It's not that I won't save him, it's that he doesn't need it. When the Heavenly Dao Institute disciples perish, don't you dare blame me."
The other geniuses from various families and sects also shook their heads and sighed.
"This Lin Xuan has too much pride!" Wan Tianming remarked.
"At a critical moment of life and death, who cares about saving face?" Beichen added.
Chu Yue sneered. "What an idiot, refusing to bow his head just for the sake of his pride."
"Haha, this kid is digging his own grave! Excellent!" the Third Crown Prince exclaimed excitedly.
In their eyes, Lin Xuan was simply too concerned with his image to back down.
