Kapitel 42: Passing Down the Martial Arts

Song Qingshu collapsed to the ground with a disgruntled and dispirited look on his face.

The cultivation talent that he had displayed since young had crushed the warriors who were older than him.

His was filled with pride.

However...

Lin Qi's sword strike today had shattered the pride in his heart.

He now felt that he was a good-for-nothing.

Useless.

What he couldn't accept the most was that Lin Qi had easily defeated him.

Without using his full strength.

Song Qingshu couldn't accept the psychological difference for some time.

He lowered his head and saw the sword that had broken in half in front of him.

He stretched out his hand as fast as lightning.

He grabbed the broken sword and prepared to slit his throat.

A white sword light knocked the broken sword down from his hand.

"Coward."

Although Lin Qi's voice wasn't loud.

It entered Song Qingshu's ears like an explosion of thunder.