Within the pavilion, at the final battle of the Boundless Sword Feast, supreme might collided, and heaven and earth themselves shattered. Wherever the aftershock reached, all things turned to nothingness.
Outside the battlefield, the gathered venerables were caught in the blast and rose to retreat in haste, utterly disheveled.
Upon the main seat, Mei Wuhen and Jing Wuxia, who were protecting the Sword Pavilion, bore most of the lingering force. Even with their formidable strength, their blood and qi churned violently.
Drops of blood fell, staining the veil over her face red. Jing Wuxia paid no heed to her own wounds, staring toward the battle ahead with worry filling her eyes.
"It is over."
Mei Wuhen spoke calmly.
Within the battlefield, the aftershock dispersed, revealing two figures. Suddenly, a muffled groan rang out. Above Shui Wuyue's heart, a mist of blood erupted as Sword Qi burst forth, bringing up a dazzling spray of crimson.
The halted sword did not advance any farther. Ning Chen looked at the woman before him, a flicker of light passing through his eyes as he asked, "Why?"
"For no reason. I lost."
Shui Wuyue retreated half a step, barely steadying herself as she spoke weakly.
The unexpected outcome left the Sword Dao experts outside the battlefield astonished. No one had expected the Ninth Son of Ink Sect to truly win this round.
"Second Sister."
To the left of the main seat, Jing Wuxia flashed into the battlefield and supported the severely injured Shui Wuyue.
"Help me back," Shui Wuyue said wearily.
"Mm."
Jing Wuxia gave a soft response, then looked toward the figure upon the main seat. "Eldest Sister, I will take Second Sister back to rest first."
"Go."
Mei Wuhen replied indifferently.
Jing Wuxia shifted her gaze back and glanced at the young man