The hall sank back into darkness. This time, chaos did not erupt again. Everyone stood motionless where they were, silent, as though the moment anyone spoke, they would be attacked.
Pfft. Someone lit a torch again, then boldly walked toward the center of the hall.
Han Fen circled Wild Horse once and announced loudly, "He's dead!"
The torches scattered on the ground were picked up and lit one by one. Light returned, and the panicked crowd slowly gathered, forming several rings ten paces away as they all examined the outcome of the duel.
Wild Horse stood with his right foot forward and his left foot back, his long sword pointing straight ahead. His chin was slightly raised, and his widely spaced eyes were as vacant as ever. Only his face was flushed red, making him look even more imposing.
But he was indeed dead. Though no one had seen a wound or any blood, no one could feel that powerful killing intent anymore, either.
The crowd's gazes gradually shifted from Wild Horse to the Dragon King and He Nu.
The Dragon King had reclaimed the Five Peaks Saber, and a new wound had appeared on his chest, its blood clearly visible. When Wild Horse had struck him with that sword, he had evidently already been at the end of his strength.
Gu Shenwei said, "The Master of the Masses killed Wild Horse."
He Nu held her long sword, her gaze sweeping across the crowd. She showed not the slightest trace of weakness after being wounded.
The crowd dropped to their knees with a rustle. Whether they were Moonlight Hall disciples or Deyi Tower Disciples, they all prostrated themselves. They revered and obeyed the strong, and the Master of the Masses had just proved she was the strongest.
Old Man Mu