It was silent. All the spectators felt pity for Jian Wushuang.
Second Holy Master was suspended in the air, coldly staring at the huge pit.
It had been quite a while since Jian Wushuang had fallen, so everyone thought he must have died.
"Finally, I killed him?" Second Holy Master murmured.
He looked at himself and thought.
"If the other three masters see my current appearance, they would think I had a tough fight with the boy and laugh at me."
He shook his head and looked toward where the Triple-kill Sword landed.
"I heard his sword is a first-grade magic weapon!" Second Holy Master's eye lit up. Then he went to claim the sword.
But, right at this moment...
Buzz... A surge of invisible energy suddenly appeared.
"Hum?" Second Holy Master stopped and looked at the pit again.
Many spectators above the nearby space also looked toward it.
Boom!
