That day at the inn, due to various considerations, Lian Hengshan had not received Luo Yan's sword strike.
Afterward, he had been unable to let it go, and it had become a hurdle in his heart.
Today, he would use this match to cross that hurdle.
He would prove it to everyone.
He, Lian Hengshan, was no weaker than Luo Yan—or even prodigies like Qin Feng and Han Bai!
The other side of the arena.
Luo Yan looked at Lian Hengshan and nodded.
"Good."
After that concise reply,
Luo Yan pressed his thumb against the sword guard and pushed forward.
The longsword slid an inch from its sheath.
Clang!
A sword's cry rang out.
It echoed throughout the hall.
The instant he heard that sword's cry,
the arena vanished from Lian Hengshan's senses.
The venue vanished.
The referee and the surrounding spectators all vanished.
The entire world
seemed to contain only him and Luo Yan.
And just then,
he saw an apparition!
From the longsword, drawn a little over an inch from Luo Yan's sheath,
blood
thick, viscous blood surged from the scabbard.
It quickly spread across the ground, sending out violent ripples that expanded in every direction!
In an instant, everywhere Lian Hengshan looked was filled with bright-red, sticky blood plasma.
His breathing immediately grew labored.
The terrifying killing Qi surging from Luo Yan made his entire body turn cold.
He did not know what Luo Yan had gone through to cultivate such terrifying killing Qi.
And at that moment,
the blood plasma boiled. One after another, banners rose from the sea of blood, standing upright toward the sky.
As the banners rose, suits of armor emerged as well. Within those black suits of armor were actually white skeletons!
White-bone armor, banners reaching the sky, killing Qi crashing over