Wang Yao stood dazed in the middle of the field, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A jumble of emotions churned inside him, and he could not name a single one.
The sudden blow had been far too great—so great that he could hardly accept it.
Just moments ago, he had still been thinking about how to snatch Xu Yi away before the Third Holy Son, first seize the Heavenly Demon Jade Token, then torture his soul and search it for the Heavenly Demon Jade Wall inheritance, and finally take the jade corpse into his own hands. By all accounts, it had been a perfect plan.
But he had never imagined that moments later, all his schemes would turn into cruel bubbles in that earth-shattering explosion.
That damned fellow's escape had already upset him greatly.
What he found even harder to accept was that he had actually been injured in the explosion.
Ever since his Dust Sword had reached mastery, wielding peerless sword intent, he had never failed to overcome an opponent, and no defense had ever been able to withstand him.
Yet this time, the supreme shield born of his sword intent had shattered in an instant beneath the natural force unleashed by the magnetic explosion.
The destruction of his sword intent dealt Wang Yao a devastating blow.
He had no idea how many more trials and tribulations it would take for him to regain that conviction of certain victory.
Wang Yao had always been steadfast of mind, but now his head rang with a cacophony of noise, leaving him dazed and stunned.
Yet if they held a contest to see who had suffered the most, and Wang Yao dared claim first place, the Third Holy Son would surely cry foul and demand justice.
Compared to Wang