Geng Tianhe half-lay on the ground, propping himself up with one elbow and slightly raising his upper body.
Chu Huai Xu's Sword Sheath gently pressed against his shoulder, signaling him not to get up and that there was no need to continue fighting.
He could tell that the other man's condition had already deteriorated to the extreme.
Not only had he suffered severe injuries, but his aura was also now hopelessly chaotic, and the risk of Going berserk had risen again.
He was truly afraid that a moment of carelessness would shatter the other man's Dao heart and send him completely into madness.
This was the East Continent Grand Competition, not a life-or-death battle.
Besides, the other party had sincerely come to ask about the sword, and Chu Huai Xu knew where to draw the line.
Below the Arena, all the spectators were dumbfounded.
None of them had expected that this unadorned Sword Sheath concealed seven incomparably domineering Sword Qi!
When Geng Tianhe had drawn his sword moments ago, everyone had felt as if they were witnessing monstrous waves.
Yet the seven Sword Qi had still shattered everything.
Throughout the East Continent Grand Competition, Chu Huai Xu had never been injured.
And every one of his opponents had always met the same fate.
Lang Yue and the others were even more confused.
They had all been defeated by mortal martial arts and had regarded it as a humiliation.
Now, seeing the seven Sword Qi pouring forth, they only felt that they ought to have lost to the Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon.
Did I really deserve to lose beneath Sword Qi like this? Lang Yue, Shen Miaoyun, and the others wondered.
The Dao Sect disciples all stared at Chu Huai Xu's back. For some reason, they thought of someone else.
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