Cries of exclamations came from the grandstands. The two people separated upon contact.
When he appeared again, Ye Yuan was already at Mo Fei there.
Jiang Nan retreated several steps in a row. It was as if this sword was unleashed against him.
"S-So strong! Xiahou Yun … died under this sword? Then Mo Fei …"
Jiang Nan broke out in cold sweat, incomparably rejoicing in his heart that luckily, he did not test the sword himself.
Otherwise … the consequences were too ghastly to imagine!
Even though this sword was not directed at Jiang Nan, he felt like it was.
If it were him, he would not be much better than Mo Fei.
No wonder Xiahou Yun died under Ye Yuan's sword.
Ye Yuan put away the Junyi Sword, slowly turned around, and said coolly, "Done."
Mo Fei seemed to have had a paralyzing hex cast on him. Hearing Ye Yuan's word, Mo Fei's soul finally came back.
