The shield and sword collided, but there was no shockwave, no earth-shaking tremor.
Gu Qingshan felt a force sharp beyond compare pierce through the Thorn Shield's Defensive Stance, one layer after another, then through the shield itself.
Next, it pierced his skin and muscles, driving straight into his chest.
The sword strike Chen Xin had devoted his life's learning to left him with the worst injury he had suffered since coming to this world.
Blood seeped from the wound, staining his white formal attire crimson.
He lowered his head and glanced at the wound in his chest, then looked up at Chen Xin. His expression didn't change.
Chen Xin stood where he was, holding his sword-striking pose, left hand extended, index and middle fingers pressed together, fingertips aimed at Gu Qingshan.
He didn't move. His eyes remained open as he looked at the wound in Gu Qingshan's chest.
Chen Xin grinned, then his entire body turned into a mist of blood.
First match: Gu Qingshan of Spirit Hall wins.
Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, dead.
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence!
Everyone was stunned. The dignified Sword Dao Chen Xin had died just like that, without even leaving a corpse!
The sect selection was so bloody!
They had thought this was merely a competition.
The faces of the mid-sized and small sect masters turned pale, sweat beading on their foreheads. Some of their legs even went weak.
They began to regret coming to take part in this selection.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's pillar of strength had been beaten to a pulp. If these small sects took the stage, they wouldn't even be enough for their opponent to crush with a single finger.
Ning Fengzhi sat in his seat, dumbstruck, his whole body