Zhong Ming's frustration hadn't just started building today.
Over the past few days, he had frequently dueled with Qi Hong, Yang Chen, and the others. Although Zhong Ming had gained a great deal of Cultivation Technique experience, every defeat left him feeling resentful.
However, considering that Yang Chen, Qi Hong, and the others had cultivated for eight or nine years longer than him, were battle-hardened, and were teaching him wholeheartedly, his resentment at losing to them wasn't too strong.
But Xie Yuzhu was different. She was the same age as Zhong Ming, and losing to a peer was something he found particularly hard to accept.
And the Sword Dao was, by its very nature, an unyielding and dauntless path.
My fate is my own, not for the heavens to decide!
Furthermore, the Supreme Sword Intent of the Sword Dao—One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques—was the outward manifestation of a Sword Cultivator's fearlessness.
