Between life and death, there was great terror.
Guo Zhennan resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes. His mind began flashing back like scenes on a revolving lantern, while a roar filled his ears.
He regretted it terribly. Why had he urged the other party to release whatever was inside the Sword Case?
Now look at him. His fellow disciples from the Sword Sect were about to hold a memorial for him.
Several breaths later, Guo Zhennan cautiously opened his eyes.
Standing before the tall man was a graying-haired man.
Situ Cheng, one of the Four Great Divine Swords, had stepped in front of him and waved his hand, extinguishing the Sword Light.
Guo Zhennan immediately felt as though he had survived a calamity.
His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.
There were too many people around, so he forced himself to stay upright, lest he bring shame upon the Sword Sect.
He had never experienced such despair before.
At that moment, he looked ahead and saw that every brick on the Arena had been shattered!
And this was based on the Sword Light having slashed horizontally through the air.
The blue-black Sword Light had swept forward horizontally without touching the Arena.
Those unusually tough stone bricks had been crushed purely by the aftershock!
Behind the Delicate-looking youth, however, every brick remained perfectly intact, creating a stark contrast.
At some point, that ugly Bronze Sword had already returned to the Sword Case.
In fact, after Xu Ziqing had unleashed that strike, he had been unable to keep hold of the unusually long Bronze Sword.
Fortunately, once the Formation inside the Sword Case was activated, it would immediately retrieve the sword.
Below the Arena, the vast majority of people wore shocked expressions.
The attack had