Entering Sacred Mountain (3/3)

Zhou Heng pointed with one finger, as calm as if smilingly plucking a flower. He seemed utterly at ease, yet there was an ethereal, profound mystery to it.

Clang!

His fingertip struck the sword tip, and a dazzling radiance abruptly burst forth, forcing everyone below the Ascension Emperor realm to shut their eyes involuntarily.

By the time the crowd hurriedly opened their eyes again, they saw Zhou Heng and Qiao Qingqing standing a sword's length and two arm's lengths apart. Both had extended their arms straight, their fingertips touching the sword tip.

Zhou Heng wore a smile, while Qiao Qingqing's expression was grave. A circling gust swept past them, tossing their clothes with a hunting flutter, making them seem as weightless as immortals.

What!

Zhou Heng had actually blocked that sword!

And his feet had not retreated even half an inch!

A... rigged match?

Impossible! Qiao Qingqing had revealed the cultivation of an Ascension Emperor. Would someone like her really cooperate with another person to stage a rigged match in full view of everyone? Who could possibly command her to do such a thing?

Just how powerful was Zhou Heng?

Was he really an Ascension Emperor?

Zhou Heng looked at Qiao Qingqing and said, "You forcibly neutralized the force without retreating. You'll only hurt yourself! Why go through such trouble?"

Hurt?

Pfft!

As if to confirm Zhou Heng's words, Qiao Qingqing's lovely face instantly turned deathly pale. Then she opened her small mouth sharply, spraying out a mouthful of blood. Her red lips had become somewhat pale, yet the streak of crimson blood hanging from them lent her a desolate beauty.

She really was injured!

In that previous exchange, not only had Qiao Qingqing failed to force Zhou Heng back, she had injured herself by stubbornly refusing to retreat and