Thirteenth Contest Concluded

A single sword struck.

Three Leaves's aura instantly withered.

In the blink of an eye, its entire body lost its former luster and verdant green, even turning dry yellow, like wild grass withered by autumn, already at the end of its life.

One strike—all dead.

Slaying the enemy, and slaying oneself!

Boom!!!

Where the sword light passed, the skies cleared and the earth brightened.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Zang Cangsheng was nowhere to be seen, as if he had already turned into nothingness.

And with the fall of that strike, Three Leaves's aura rapidly declined, becoming so faint that even Immortal Kings found it difficult to detect.

"What?!"

Countless Sword Cultivators on both sides were frightened stiff, staring wide-eyed at one another. Even as disbelief filled them, none could speak for a long while.

"Could they have perished together?"

"One strike, all dead—did they both die?"

"What a terrifying sword art. It is a life-risking move, and also a death-dealing move!"

"It... actually killed Zang Cangsheng with Fifteenth Realm cultivation alone?"

"So strong! What heaven-defying talent. As expected of the reincarnation of that White-Clad Sword King?"

"Such a performance..."

"Truly astounding!"

"..."

After briefly recovering from their shock, the many Sword Cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall had extraordinarily mixed feelings.

Had they won?

At first glance, it certainly seemed so.

But their own Holy Son did not appear to be in good condition either.

This was likely an ending of mutual destruction, wasn't it?

If they had perished together...

Then even if they had won this match, they had truly lost, hadn't they?

After all, the Holy Son possessed such extraordinary talent. Given enough time, his future would surely be boundless. He might even set foot in the Immortal Emperor Realm and become a Sword