"Tell me now, do you deserve to wield a sword?"
"I do not... I do not deserve it," Xiao Zhan said, his voice trembling.
Wu Tian took another step forward and demanded, "Tell me now, are you a Great Swordmaster?"
"I... I am not," Xiao Zhan hastily shook his head.
With eyes like those of a divinity, Wu Tian took another step and thundered, "Tell me now, are you even a man?"
"I... I am not." Under the weight of Wu Tian's aura and power, Xiao Zhan hurriedly answered, not daring to show the slightest defiance.
"A sword can be broken inch by inch, but it must never be so soft as to bend around a finger," Wu Tian said coldly. "Your Sword Heart is gone. A life like that is worse than death. You can go."
"Yes, yes, yes." In Wu Tian's eyes, which had long transcended the mortal coil, Xiao Zhan was nothing more than an ant.
Xiao Zhan's Sword Heart had been shattered by terror. He could only nod tremblingly before stumbling and crawling away.
