The black sword light abruptly swirled backward as Black Sword Artist was blasted away by his own strike. Just like the profound skill Black Dragon Wave, this strike's trajectory was unfathomable. His opponent couldn't resist it, neither could he. Ironical, wasn't it?
Spraying out blood as he shot back, Black Sword Artist smashed into the Zhen Yuan wall of the pavilion put up by numerous spectators, setting off a circular shockwave from the wall's rear.
A lot of spectators stood up from their seats, and even more felt their bodies faintly trembling. Be it the former or the latter, they all were left absolutely stunned.
"Unbelievable! To suddenly cleave Black Sword Artist's strike in half and counterattack… How powerful must his determination and sword arts be to accomplish this?"
"When he first said that the blood spilling might be the other's and not his, I thought he was just saying for the sake of talking. But, it seems that he really did it."
