His peak attack showcased a strength that could send shivers down the spine of every cultivator in the Divine Treasure Realm.
The demonic aura surrounding him gradually dispersed, allowing Wang Xuan's highly strained flesh body to relax; he felt somewhat exhausted, sweat pouring down like rain.
The entangled Sword Gang Jiao Dragon and Thunder Dragon had dissipated by now, and Wang Xuan cleaned the battlefield, collecting Gai Feixian's two swords.
The sharp treasure swords still had "Gai Feixian" inscribed on them, indicating the Sword Master's identity.
Yet the swords of Celestial Sword Mountain falling into the hands of outsiders meant only one thing: they had been defeated or killed.
Sword cultivators regard their swords as life itself; they wouldn't abandon their swords unless faced with utter desperation.
Such spoils are a form of honor, even more so a testament.
