The garden was dead silent, everyone was speechless. They looked at the young man holding a sword upside down, as if a Fairy God, with looks of disbelief and shock in their eyes.
On the high platform, Ye Daoyuan's normally calm appearance has finally shown a hint of surprise. The terror of this sword was beyond imagination. If it was wielded without warning, even he would not find it easy to cope with.
Even the empress, who been watching the competition with a smile, showed ripples in her eyes. The strength of this person in front of her was beyond her imagination, and that glimmer of sword light was something she would never forget for the rest of her life.
With just one sword, he killed two Heavenly Rank powerhouses.
After this battle, Pei Xuanjing's reputation grew even stronger. Numerous young geniuses looked at the figure of Pei Xuanjing with adoration in their eyes.
And those Heavenly Rank powerhouses were filled with awe and sighed at his terrifying talent.
