The tournament stage above was frightening to behold, wrapped in a silence so deep that it was eerie!
Wei Feihu and Mo Xie were both looking at Huang Xiaolong, their eyes wide and their mouths agape.
Suddenly, Mo Xie's lips curl in a strange, unnerving smile. He mutters softly, "A blade formed from Qi... haha, your blade is faster than mine; it's incomparable... I... I've gained a glimpse of the blade's momentum from your swordsmanship. It's relentlessly dominant, obliterating everything... haha, witnessing such an unpredictable and divine sword technique right before my death, I... I, Mo Xie reckon it's worth it... It's just a shame that I won't be able to earn those 20 billion... Ahhh~~~"
As he spoke, a thin red line had appeared between his brows.
The same was true for Wei Feihu.
The next moment~~~
Crack~ Crack~~~~
Their forehead's red mark suddenly lengthened, expanded, stretching down and reaching the chin, the neck, and the body...
In the end!
Plop! Plop!
