Han Tuo slumped to the ground, blood streaming uncontrollably from the corner of his lips.
The blood dripped onto his flowing green robe, staining it with a glaring scarlet hue.
But he could no longer concern himself with such things.
Han Tuo stared fixedly at Li Chuan, his eyes brimming with shock.
Why?
Why?!
He was the most outstanding chief disciple of the Cloud Wild Sword Sect, the pillar of Sanyuan Prefecture's younger generation!
He had once believed Sanyuan Prefecture was too small.
His stage was destined to be the Thirteen Prefectures, Flat Sand Prefecture, and the Vajra Sect!
He, who was destined to shine so brilliantly.
Why... had he, with two Sword Intents and Innate Dual Meridians carrying two streams of True Qi.
Lost without the slightest suspense to this black-robed figure before him, whom no one had favored?
At the same time, silence descended beneath the stage.
A deathly silence.
Before Li Chuan had personally defeated Han Tuo, no one had believed that this prodigy, who had displayed the bearing of invincibility.
Would truly lose.
"W-What did I just see? Senior Brother Li won?"
"He won! Senior Brother Li won!"
"Hahaha, I knew Senior Brother Li could win!"
This Heroes' Gathering was hosted by the Heavenly Blade Sect.
Thus, the Heavenly Blade Sect had sent its most complete contingent of disciples.
Yet they had also endured the most frustration along the way.
Li Chuan had clearly been guaranteed at least second place, yet other sects believed he was inferior to Han Yi!
Inferior to Han Yi, who had ranked below him.
It was as though that second-place ranking had been bestowed by heaven upon Li Chuan and the Heavenly Blade Sect as some immense favor.
But who still thought that now?
For a moment, the blood of the