Silence followed silence.
Even the howling wind seemed somewhat piercing at this moment.
The entire Star Luo Square, large enough to hold a hundred thousand people, had fallen into an eerie dead silence.
Silence was the main theme hanging over everyone's heads at this very moment.
They had lost again.
And Shrek Academy had lost disgracefully.
Without any ability to fight back, without even forcing their opponent to reveal the full extent of his Martial Soul, they had been swept off the arena by such a casual sword strike.
On the obsidian ground below the stage, Yao Haoxuan's enormous ape-like body had long since been released from Martial Soul Possession. He was curled into a ball, his face as pale as paper.
Several savage bloodstains across his chest and arms continued to gush with blood.
Several high-level healing Soul Masters from the referee's stand did not even have time to announce the result before rushing over in a panic. Multicolored healing lights enveloped Yao Haoxuan.
Yet everyone understood one thing perfectly clearly.
Ji Juechen had held back.
At the final instant when that snow-white sword energy tore through the defensive light screens filling the sky, the blade had shifted slightly to the side.
He had sent Yao Haoxuan flying with the heavy, domineering body of the sword and the sword aura spilling from it, rather than bringing down its iron-cleaving edge head-on.
Had Ji Juechen intended to kill with that strike, Yao Haoxuan would not merely have suffered torn flesh and grievous injuries. He would have been cut in two at the waist on the spot.
On the arena, Ji Juechen had already sheathed his sword.
That three-foot blue-edged longsword was once more held horizontally against his chest. His expression remained indifferent, and not even a strand of hair at