Long Qianshan Takes a Master

A wave of panicked cries rose from the riverbank. Aside from a small number of people with powerful true qi who could erect defenses to block the rushing river water, most of the others were left like drenched chickens.

However, even those who used true qi to create defenses and block the crashing water did not fare much better.

Old Man Zuoqiu, for example, had gone slightly pale beneath the wrinkles on his face.

Even the river water thrown up by the aftermath of the battle carried such power. It was hard to imagine just how terrifying the actual battlefield had been.

Some of those struck by the water had even suffered fairly serious injuries.

No one had expected that merely watching the battle from the riverbank would leave them caught up in it.

But what everyone cared about most now was not being struck by the battle's lingering force, but the outcome of the fight.

The water flung into the air fell back down, while mist blanketed the river's surface, making it impossible to see clearly for the moment.

A short while later, the mist dispersed, and their vision became clear once more.

Long Qianshan was kneeling on one knee atop the water, while Ye Xuantian was nowhere to be seen.

In that split second earlier, everyone had vaguely seen Ye Xuantian get injured and plunge headfirst into the river.

It seemed Ye Xuantian was likely doomed.

Clearly, Long Qianshan had emerged victorious from this battle between peak experts.

Everyone was still immersed in shock, unable to recover their senses.

The outcome of this decisive battle had not exceeded anyone's expectations.

They had already believed that Long Qianshan would win.

But they had never expected Ye Xuantian to be so extraordinarily formidable as well.

No matter what, everyone felt