At that moment, Long Xuan's face was utterly devoid of color, his hand pressed against the wound on his chest as blood poured out, yet he gasped heavily, unable to stand up for a while.
"Elder Long, do you still wish to compete?"
Liu Ming said indifferently, with a wave of his hand, a golden sword light flew back to his hand, bouncing gently a few times as if alive.
This was a duel on the stage, and had it not been for the rule just mentioned by Elder Ying, he would have already chopped off Long Xuan's head with that single strike.
Long Xuan's face was a picture of misery, unable to utter a single word, but his huge body deflated like a leak had been sprung, rapidly shrinking back to its original size, his aura becoming extremely feeble in an instant.
"I declare, in this competition, Liu Ming is the victor!"
In mid-air, Ouyang Ying announced very decisively, her expression also showing a hint of unexpected joy as she looked at Liu Ming.
