Huo Yunjie won!
The crowd glanced at Zhu Lei, who had fallen to the ground, and noticed that there was a wound on his chest, from which blood was flowing copiously.
Although not deep, it was still shocking.
As for that Fiery Spirit Sword, it now had a notch missing, and its fierce flames were scattered around, stubbornly burning with crackling sounds.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Zhu Lei stood up, supporting his body with his sword, coughing violently a few times, his eyes filled with horror.
Just now, when Huo Yunjie had drawn his sword, Zhu Lei had felt an eerie sensation, almost thinking he was about to die.
Yet in the end, he realized Huo Yunjie had intentionally held back, and thus, he was just wounded, with no threat to his life.
"Thank you for showing mercy!"
Zhu Lei took a deep breath and calmed his emotions before bowing to Huo Yunjie across the distance.
"You flatter me," Huo Yunjie replied with a fist salute.
