The Monastery's Training ground fell utterly silent.
Dead. He was dead?
Qin Xuanxiao, Prince Rui's Heir, had just died inside the Monastery in Moon Kingdom's imperial capital!?
Tens of thousands stared wide-eyed at the Arena, their gazes filled with disbelief.
The tip of the National Suppressing Sword in Chu Huai Xu's hand had already pierced into the Arena's brick floor, leaving the surrounding area partially caved in.
His Highness the Prince, dressed in an extravagantly noble purple robe, had been firmly nailed to the Arena by the longsword.
Terrifying Sword Qi had pierced through his heart, even blasting a huge hole through his chest. He could not have been more dead!
Chu Huai Xu stood with his legs slightly bent, both hands gripping the hilt.
After such a earth-shaking battle, the blazing golden flames in his ink-black eyes began to slowly fade.
His eyes were webbed with blood vessels, filled with killing intent and Malevolent aura!
Light snow continued to fall from the sky.
Snowflakes landed on his shoulders.
The winter wind of the imperial capital whipped his long, disheveled hair into a wild dance!
Those tens of thousands of people might never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.
Under the cover of ten thousand swords, the young man holding a sword looked like a god of slaughter descended to the mortal world.
He gazed straight ahead. Many people instinctively looked away, not daring to meet his eyes!
This should have been a Contest for the Champion between the greatest prodigies of the Eastern Continent and Western Continent.
Yet it had ended up like this!
But as someone who had always repaid every grievance, he only felt that some of the pent-up anger in his heart had finally been released.
The [Heart Sword], connected to his will,