Over at the Celestial Court, the three Divine Generals all rose to their feet in unison, their faces filled with shock.
The Seventh Divine General's voice trembled. "One slash... Di Cang couldn't even withstand a single slash?"
A deep wariness flashed through the Fifth Divine General's dark-blue eyes. "All Beings Blade Intent... this child's comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth has already reached an unimaginable level!"
On the arena, Di Cang struggled to climb to his feet.
The blade wound across his chest was healing frantically, but the piercing pain still left him nearly unable to stand.
He raised his head and looked at the elegant young man in snow-white robes opposite him.
The other man still wore that calm expression, gripping the snow-white long blade in his hand. The blade trembled faintly, letting out a crisp hum.
He stood there as though that slash just now had merely been a breeze casually swept from his hand.
That composure.
That indifference.
That air of having everything under control.
It reminded him of the expression he had once worn when looking down upon the prodigies defeated beneath his hand.
Exactly the same.
Exactly the same!
"All Beings Blade Intent..."
Di Cang's voice was hoarse and low, as though something were churning in his throat.
He was not surprised that the other party possessed such strength, but the question was—why a blade!
Why not a sword!
This man had clearly used a sword back in the secret realm!
Yet he had actually brought out a blade now?
What did this mean?
"When did you learn the blade?" Di Cang asked in a low, hoarse voice.
Wu Wushuang still wore that indifferent expression, as though the Celestial Court's undefeated legend before him was not worth worrying about.
"Just now."
He paused,