Thud!
A deep, heavy collision of force rang out. Unlike the piercing explosion of fist meeting sword, it plunged the entire arena into deathly silence!
At that moment, Jiang Yun froze completely as he flew backward through the air. His figure hung motionless, his cool eyes suddenly widened, and his mind went blank. He was utterly stunned.
At the same time, the more than one hundred thousand martial artists watching atop Moonwatch Mountain fell silent, their gazes fixed.
The vast tournament grounds, which had just been filled with ceaseless roars and crashing force, went utterly quiet in an instant. A falling pin would have been audible.
Everyone stared blankly at the unforeseen, inconceivable scene on the arena. Their minds had completely seized up, unable to process what had happened before their eyes.
In martial contests on the arena, fists and feet had no eyes. Every move was dangerous, and circumstances changed in an instant. Any accident could occur amid a battle of strategy and violence; incidental contact was commonplace, and no one could fault it.
But this accident was entirely different!
That was Jiang Yun!
The peerless Heavenly Prodigy universally acknowledged as the foremost of Jintai Prefecture's younger generation!
The divine maiden of the Cloudsoar Sect, whose unmatched bearing and cool, otherworldly grace made him seem like a banished immortal, untouched by mortal dust!
The unattainable dream goddess in the hearts of countless young martial artists throughout Jintai Prefecture!
Since rising to fame in his youth, he had devoted himself year after year to cultivating the Sword Path, free of distracting thoughts. Pure in character and proud in his aloofness, he had never experienced such close intimacy with anyone, such embarrassing contact.
The peerless beauty whom countless people had gazed up at for years, never daring the slightest profanation, had