Thanks to the dust, no one knew what had happened on the platform. What was that strange sword that Ye Chen had unleashed on the verge of death?
Why did it seem so powerful? Was it some sort of supreme spiritual artifact?
Everyone stared at the platform in anticipation.
Who won? What had happened?
After the series of shocks Ye Chen had given them earlier, no one dared to jump to conclusions.
"Do you think something happened to the guardian? I thought I heard a scream just now…"
"Are you f*cking kidding me? How could something happen to the guardian? Ye Chen is probably a pile of bones by now!"
Moments later, the dust disappeared, and the truth was revealed.
The arrogant young man that no one thought highly of was still standing. Although he was very weak, the fact that he was standing there meant…
"He didn't die? How is that possible?"
"Isn't this kid too lucky?"
