Chapter 1082: The Youngest Gold-Armored Commander

Blood soaked every inch of the Blood Sword Saint, yet his gaze remained unshakable. He swayed at the very edge of the martial platform, as if one more breath might send him tumbling off. But he held on. Even if he bled out to the last drop, he would hold on. That was a martial warrior's honor. A sword cultivator's honor. Had Xia Sheng truly lost? In that moment, everyone remembered what Xia Sheng had said before the fight began. "One move. If I can't defeat you, then I, Xia Sheng, will count...