When Gu Fengkuang's body was carried away, the entire spectator stand went from deathly silence to an uproar, as though a bomb had suddenly gone off.
Someone had died!
Someone had really died!
And the one who died was a Heavenly Pride who had made it into the third round!
The blood splattered across the scene and Gu Fengkuang's unblinking, death-stricken eyes cast a thick shadow over everyone's hearts.
The morning breeze swept past, chilling them to the bone.
In one corner, Tang Hong had fallen to the ground in shock.
Drenched in cold sweat, he babbled, "He really killed someone... He really..."
Back in the second round, he had already been afraid of running into Lin Shuguang, long since abandoning his earlier nonsense about redeeming himself.
Driven by that instinctive fear, he did not even dare look Lin Shuguang in the eye now, let alone face him.
Because he felt... if he really encountered Lin Shuguang in the third round, he would definitely die, and die horribly at that.
Now that he had actually witnessed Lin Shuguang kill Gu Fengkuang with a single saber strike, the vicious image of Lin Shuguang in his mind was further confirmed. He wished he could find a boat right now and hurry away from anywhere Lin Shuguang was.
Not just him-even Wan Jiangui himself was taken aback by how decisively Lin Shuguang killed.
His own attacks had always been ruthless, but even so, he could not do it as... proficiently as Lin Shuguang?
Proficient was probably the right word.
Wan Jiangui's heart sank a little.
He did not know if he was imagining it, but Lin Shuguang's expression had never changed throughout his attack. Even when faced with Gu Fengkuang's corpse, he had not so much as twitched an eyebrow, as though he