On the Endless Risky Peak, the only sound was the wind whispering.
Withdrawing his azure radiance, Shi Xiaole sheathed his sword and returned to the peak he had initially been on. The gazes of those around followed him, unable to shift away.
Especially the pretty girl and the martial artists on nearby peaks, their eyes were especially fervent, yet none of them spoke a word. Shi Xiaole, who had just displayed his mighty power, still bore an intimidating layer of residual Sword Qi, leaving him untouchable.
"Brother Shi, you really gave me an eye-opening experience."
In the silence, Qin Xiangyu finally spoke up. Her voice was riddled with excitement, sounding somewhat hoarse.
When Shi Xiaole had earlier slayed twenty elite martial artists from three major families with just two slashes of his sword, Qin Xiangyu thought that such was the pinnacle of strength in the Dragon Gate Realm.
But now, she realized, she had been drastically mistaken.
