The Sword Monarch's avatar fixed Zhaang Ye with an ice-cold stare.
Only now did Zhaang Ye truly understand just how formidable the experts of Ancient Times were. The avatar's eyes were deep and unfathomable. The moment its gaze fell upon him, a jolt of terror shot through Zhaang Ye. The Saber Technique he had painstakingly cultivated, the Realm he had arduously comprehended—all of it felt useless. It was as if the Sword Monarch's avatar could see through all his secrets, and an unbearable pressure settled in his chest.
What horrified Zhaang Ye even more was that his blazing fighting spirit was rapidly crumbling under the avatar's gaze. If this continued, he would surrender before the Sword Monarch's avatar even needed to attack.
