Ning Fengzhi, the Old Fox (Please Follow... Please Bookmark... Monthly Tickets... Recommendation Tickets...)
At this moment, Chen Xin had already conceded defeat and retreated.
Ji Juechen also sheathed his longsword. His body swayed, and his face was pale as paper, clearly showing the immense toll the battle had taken, yet his eyes still shone as brightly as stars.
Ling Han stepped forward, his calm voice carrying across the entire venue. "Sword Douluo, thank you for yielding."
"This battle has borne witness to the sword path. Ji Juechen of Beast God Pavilion won through the purity of his sword intent."
Chen Xin looked at Ling Han, his gaze incomparably complex before it finally turned into a long sigh. "Young Master Ling Han, Beast God Pavilion... its foundations are truly awe-inspiring!"
"Little Friend Ji's attainments in the sword path leave this old man ashamed of his own inadequacy!"
"This battle has allowed this old man to glimpse a higher realm of the sword path!"
"For that, I must thank Little Friend Ji!"
Ling Han gave a slight nod and said nothing more.
Wang Qiu'er flashed forward and appeared beside Ji Juechen. A pure, gentle force supported his faltering body.
Wang Dong'er hurriedly flew over as well. Pure Light Soul Power, like warm sunlight, continuously flowed into Ji Juechen's body, nourishing his overdrawn body and spirit. Her little face was full of admiration. "Hall Master Ji, you're amazing!"
"Quick, get some rest!"
Ling Han cast one final glance at Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, who were too stunned to speak. His gaze was calm and unruffled, yet it made these two giants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect feel pressure unlike anything they had ever known.
Ling Han turned to leave. Wang Qiu'er supported the exhausted Ji Juechen, while Wang Dong'er followed