"I-I lost!"
Xie Feng gulped, and a layer of fine, cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He knew.
If Chu Kuangren wanted to, he could very well end his life with the slight touch of a fingertip, and he would have absolutely no power to fight back.
"No way, no way, Centurion Xie Feng is one of the elites on the battle leaderboard. How can he possibly be defeated in just one move?!"
"I-is this for real?"
"My eyes aren't fooling me, are they? What the hell was that sword strike just now?"
"What cultivation realm is this person in?!"
The soldiers in the barracks exclaimed in utter astonishment. Even Shang Honghua and the few female guards behind her were a little surprised.
"I didn't expect this guy to have such strong combat strength."
"No matter what, Xie Feng is still a Perfected Emperor. I'm afraid not even the Commodore Junior can manage that feat."
