Li Wuchang, Cloud Lightning Realm

"Phew, that scared me to death!"

In the battle plaza, Jiang Huan was teleported out. Supporting himself with his sword, he panted heavily, his face pale.

Though one could not truly die here, one would still face the threat of death. Just now, Lu Ming had "killed" him with a single sword strike, showing not the slightest mercy.

"This man really is terrifying. I'm still far from being his match."

Jiang Huan rose to his feet and sighed, then looked up at the phantom of the Heavenly God Stele above him. Though his ranking had not changed, a white sword-shaped icon had appeared behind it.

It proved that he had already lost one match. If he won, he would receive a golden sword-shaped icon instead.

And once two people were matched together, their names would float together and collide, indicating that the two were battling.

Outside, the many powerhouses who had yet to leave could not see the specifics of the battles, but they could still follow the Heavenly God Trial's progress through the changes on the phantom of the Heavenly God Stele.

"Alas, I never expected Huan'er's first battle to go so badly. But against Ye Ze, ranked fifteenth, his loss was hardly undeserved."

"Indeed. It's just a pity we can't see the actual battle. Although the final contest for the top hundred rankings will have battle footage, with Huan'er's strength, he clearly has no chance of taking part."

Several elders of the Heavy Sword Palace gathered together, discussing in low voices, their faces full of disappointment.

Yet no matter how disappointed they were, they could not interfere. They could only watch helplessly—and from that, they could still discern quite a few things.

For instance, they could see that the gap between the geniuses at the front of the