Xu Ziyang's sword qi was dazzling like the sunlight piercing the sky, with a fiery sharp intensity; Jiang Yuebai's sword qi was like an elusive cloud sea, mixed with a chill wind.
Boom, boom, boom——
The collision was so intense that the overflowing residual waves nearly brought down the surrounding walls. An enormous fiery aura obstructed the view, which only cleared after quite a while.
Who won?
The audience straining their necks to see.
Clang.
When the dust cleared, at the chaotic hall above, Xu Ziyang stood alone, with fresh blood streaming down his right arm, his long sword fell with a clatter on the ground.
Jiang Yuebai's silhouette had already disappeared.
The Chief is indeed the Chief, he had still lost after all.
Although it seemed like he had fought his way through, he was at a disadvantage, while Jiang Yuebai waited with ease.
