The battle hadn't even begun, yet it was already over.
To describe the fight between Shi Xiaole and Ling Shangyun, no other phrase could be more fitting.
Many people only saw Ling Shangyun draw his knife, and then they heard his roar of rage as the long blade left his hand and his body was cleaved in two, with blood spurting down like rain.
It all happened too fast, catching everyone off guard.
Those who thought Ling Shangyun might not lose, or could even have the upper hand, were stunned into immobility; but even those who had faith in the Kirin were left gaping, unable to believe their eyes.
"Wasn't it said that the Kirin had used all his strength to defeat the Qingyuan Sword Emperor? But this power..."
"Is the legend mistaken, or..."
Those who had not seen Shi Xiaole before, now looking at that youth in green like jade, could find no words other than shock to describe their feelings.
