"What happened? I didn't see anything. How did Cai Yuansong get sent flying?"
"I think I caught a glimpse of Jiang Ping An swinging his palm."
"You're kidding. Jiang Ping An was already sealed by the Immortal Dao Sealing Art. How could he still move?"
"If Jiang Ping An didn't move, how could Cai Yuansong have been knocked away?"
Many people had not seen what happened at all. They only saw Cai Yuansong charge at Jiang Ping An with his sword, then go flying backward.
The sudden turn of events cast a veil of mystery over a battle that should have ended easily.
Cai Yuansong flew a long distance before steadying himself. His entire jaw was gone, his tongue dangling outside his mouth, dripping with blood. It was a horrifying sight.
He straightened up and activated the Healing Art, reconstructing his jaw. Shock and disbelief appeared on his face along with it.
"Impossible! I clearly sealed you! How could you still attack me? This is absolutely impossible!"
Cai Yuansong had not even seen how Jiang Ping An attacked. He refused to believe his seal had failed.
He raised his sword to attack again. This time, he dared not attack at close range, preparing instead to unleash an immortal sword technique against Jiang Ping An from a distance.
But before he could unleash the sword technique, his vision blurred, and an indifferent face appeared right before him.
Cai Yuansong's pupils abruptly contracted.
How could Jiang Ping An be so fast?
Cai Yuansong wanted to react, but his body could not keep up with his mind.
Jiang Ping An slapped Cai Yuansong across the face again.
Cai Yuansong slammed into the Martial Arts Stage, sending dust flying. His head burst open, and foul-smelling blood splattered everywhere, staining the stage red.
Jiang Ping