Faced with Luo Zheng's sudden attack, Qiu Ri felt a surge of fury in his heart.
Dao Sword Palace was, after all, a sect of Sword Cultivators. Even when the two sides sparred, they placed great importance on rules and held such sneak attacks in utter contempt.
Even if they had openly exchanged blows, Luo Zheng had been ninety percent certain he could defeat this man. But he could not be bothered to entangle himself with him and only wanted to end the battle quickly.
While Qiu Ri's face was still filled with astonishment and bewilderment, Luo Zheng had already shoved a palm into his chin. A thunderous boom rang out in Qiu Ri's head, white light flashed before his eyes, and he lost consciousness on the spot.
Luo Zheng glanced at the unconscious Qiu Ri, then swept his gaze over Qiu Siyuan and Yue Baihao on either side before smiling faintly. "Are you still going to make a move?"
Qiu Siyuan and Yue Baihao's faces turned livid at the sight. If they had been facing anyone else, how could they still have dared to attack?
But they had come charging over to denounce him. How could they retreat just like that? They simply could not swallow their pride...
"Attack!" Qiu Siyuan shouted.
They had prepared far more thoroughly this time. Perhaps they still had a chance to fight.
After the time it took for a single incense stick to burn, those thirty-some dandified young men were once again lying on the ground.
This time, Luo Zheng had restrained himself considerably. He had merely knocked them unconscious one by one, and Sword Condensation Academy had not suffered much damage...
In an elegant room inside the academy, Qiu Shengshui watched this scene with nothing more than a smile on his face,