The Violet Blood Pseudo Immortal’s True Motive, the Soul Refining Altar

The sword qi hurricane swept everywhere, causing the whole Astral Illusory Realm to tremble!

When the hurricane subsided, a person could be seen standing upright while another person was kneeling!

Chu Kuangren had his longsword pressed against Jian Sanjue's shoulder as the latter knelt on the ground. Jian Sanjue's expression was very gloomy at that time, and he was kneeling as he had lost a large portion of soul energy from his defeat.

"I lost!"

Jian Sanjue said with a deep sigh.

Chu Kuangren dispelled the longsword in his hand and said, "No need to be ashamed because it's just me that you've lost to!"

Everyone looked at each other.

'How arrogant must he be to say that?'

'So losing to you despite joining forces was an honor?'

Obviously, they did not say it out loud.

That was because only the winner had the right to decide what to say.

On the other hand, they were now… losers!

"I shall challenge you again!"