All the Masters of Spells at the foot of the mountain were completely stunned. They had assumed Long Fei would certainly die, but there he was, standing perfectly fine above them.
Someone exclaimed in shock, "He's still alive!"
"That's right, he didn't die!"
"Not dying means winning?"
"Seems like it, yeah!"
"Master Qu has run out of tricks!"
The crowd buzzed with discussion as plants and debris were shaken into the air by Qu Yang's Sword Qi, falling around the two men like snow.
Long Fei reached out to catch a blade of grass, three inches long, still wet with dew.
He said to Qu Yang indifferently, "I have a sword too. If you can take it, I will give you the face of the Five Elements Sect."
Qu Feng frowned and called out, "What sword?"
Long Fei shook the blade of grass in his hand and said, "A grass sword!"
"You..."
Qu Feng's face reddened, feeling insulted.
