Qin Wangchuan's sword strike had been too fast. Not only had Li Xuan failed to react; even the disciples watching hadn't seen it coming.
Everything the Sword Light touched was split in two.
Judging by its force...
Forget an Eighth Realm cultivator facing a Ninth Realm one.
Even someone in the Tenth or Eleventh Realm would probably have been cut down on the spot!
Blood dripped onto the pristine Martial Arts Arena, stark and horrifying.
Li Xuan's body had been cleanly split in half. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining the blue bricks beneath him red.
"Thud!"
The two halves hit the ground one after another, scattering blood and entrails everywhere.
The whole arena fell Deathly Stillness.
The recording brush in Li Han's hand snapped with a crack. Ink splattered across his robe, but he didn't even notice.
His lips trembled, disbelief filling his eyes. "E-Eldest Brother?"
Before the fight, Li Xuan had asked him to record the match in as much detail as possible, so he could review it and improve.
But now, forget reviewing the fight—there wasn't even enough left to piece together a corpse!
"N-No... Impossible..." Li Han staggered toward his brother's body, his hands smeared with blood. "Eldest Brother could crush opponents above his realm. He could even fight across two realms! How could he... how could he fail to withstand even one sword strike from an Eighth Realm cultivator...?"
Li Han's cry was so heart-wrenching that every member of the Li Clan fell silent.
If Li Xuan was a Prodigy who crushed opponents above his realm, then what did that make Qin Wangchuan, who had crushed him across realms?
They knew that before an absolute monster, the title of Prodigy was nothing but a joke.
Only when an elder shouted, "Bring the Chaos Green