The originally noisy voice suddenly turned deadly quiet.
It was dead silent.
There were more than a million cultivators spectating Heavenly Fire Summit. Every one of them was surprised at the sight.
"How could he?" Hu Feng stood there with his eyes wide opened.
As for Ling Dan himself, he was dumbfounded too.
Three moves!
From when Jian Wushuang had started taking action until then, he had only made three moves. In a short time, like the blink of an eye.
Ling Dan spurted blood and retreated.
What did it mean?
"Ling Dan, you lost!"
Jian Wushuang held his sword with one hand as he towered in the void and he looked at Ling Dan.
"Lost?"
"What kind of joke is that!"
"I was merely careless and you seized the opportunity. You think you're stronger than I am? That's a joke!"
