Chapter 265 Subjugation

He slowly drew the Treasured Sword from his waist, a weapon that bore the scars of its years, even fine notches visible on the blade.

Yet it was this very sword that caused the Ghost Spider to feel an unprecedented pressure, making its body tremble uncontrollably.

The White Ape, advancing with the sword in hand, instilled a sense of invincibility in the Ghost Spider's heart, a feeling fatal to a peerless Swordsman, likely to leave deep psychological scars and hinder future advancement in realm.

A nameless roar surged in the Ghost Spider's heart, its anger at the present cowardice undeniable. To a Swordsman, defeat was acceptable, but never cowardice, for that would cost one the right to wield a sword.

With sheer willpower, it suppressed its inner fear and once again became the cold and powerful Sword Cultivator it once was.

Seeing this, the White Ape nodded quietly to himself, admiring the Ghost Spider's spirit, will, and dedication to the Sword Dao.