The Shen family members looked ashen, utterly unable to imagine events taking such a turn. Young Master Shen had originally unleashed the Third Transformation of the Eight-Armed Golden Ape and struck with his three most powerful techniques—Diting's Leg, the Heavenly God Battle Saber, and even the Eight-Armed Demon Ape had appeared. Victory had been within arm's reach, yet no one had expected him to lose in the end!
"Brother!" Shen Yurou cried out, her lovely face drained of color. All her former pride had vanished without a trace.
Even Zhang Bai and the others beside her were trembling all over, watching the scene in midair with their hair standing on end.
"Young Master Shen... actually lost!" Having barely recovered their senses, the crowd stared open-mouthed.
"He was beaten until he no longer even had the strength to stand. He actually dropped to his knees on his own!"
"No, impossible! How could my young master lose? He has studied over a hundred techniques—how could he possibly..." Elder Bai's cloudy old eyes widened as he struggled to accept the outcome.
A Nascent Soul servant of the Fei Clan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "We misjudged him. That blue-robed youth is actually this powerful. What did he use just now? Why did a circle of yin and yang appear?"
"That was Sword Intent, an extraordinary Sword Intent. So he is someone with a Sword Heart as well!" Fei Fengxuan muttered, his eyes fixed tightly on the sky as his fighting spirit grew ever fiercer.
Atop a tall tower, the purple-haired woman's robes fluttered in the wind. Her beautiful eyes watched the blue-robed figure in midair, a glimmer of interest spilling from her gaze. A wickedly alluring smile touched her lips. "Hehe, it seems I'll have to bring you back to