The area around the martial arts platform fell silent. The only sound left in the entire venue was the pitter-patter of raindrops falling.
With a single slash, he had even severed someone else's weapon. Such might was enough to make hearts tremble.
Only after a long while did someone below the stage react, shouting repeatedly:
"Quick, carry him down and send him for treatment!"
Upon the martial arts platform, the scarlet bloodstains were quickly washed clean by the heavy rain, as though nothing had happened just now.
Yet in everyone's minds, that blade light which had pierced through the curtain of rain remained vividly etched—a blade light that made their hearts palpitate.
Within the rain pavilion, Qian Hong remained standing. She narrowed her eyes and stared fixedly at Zhao Yuan as he slung the Startling Silence Blade across his back again.
"That blade is no ordinary thing."
As a great Internal Energy expert who had followed the Wu Li Army into battle for many years, she had broad experience. At a glance, she saw that the blade in Zhao Yuan's hand was anything but ordinary.
Guo Zhentong, who loved wine as dearly as life itself, nodded lightly as well. He said, "It is no ordinary thing. Both men are Outer Strength martial artists, and the gap between them wasn't great. Yet one slash severed a weapon—this absolutely wasn't a matter of his own strength."
The refined man in white had flickering eyes. He murmured softly, "A divine weapon... a divine weapon that had never appeared in the world before, with no reputation to speak of."
"Perhaps it's a newly emerged divine weapon? It may have only just been forged, which is why it has no fame yet." The more Commander Qian Hong spoke, the brighter the light in her beautiful