Flying sand filled every corner of the area.
As the shock waves gradually subsided, everyone looked toward the center of the battlefield.
Slowly, Chen Hao's figure emerged first.
He stood covered in wounds, gripping the Golden Cudgel. The earlier storm of blades had clearly been so powerful that even his Qi Armor had failed to protect him completely. Sword cuts covered his face and body.
Judging by his condition, however, these external wounds had done little serious harm.
Yuan Kai, on the other hand, was a different story.
Although he remained standing, blood coated his lips. Before long, the Piercing Poplar Sword in his hand suddenly shattered completely with a clang.
Yuan Kai had been barely holding himself together. When the Piercing Poplar Sword broke, his last reserves finally gave out. He coughed up another mouthful of blood and sank weakly to his knees.
Seeing the prestigious president of Kirin beaten so badly by Chen Hao in just a few moves, the crowd below erupted into an uproar.
Yuan Kai stared at the shattered Piercing Poplar Sword on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and his entire body trembling with rage. "Impossible! How could this brat beat me? How could he?"
The members of Kirin hurried forward to support him, but Yuan Kai shoved them away. "Get the hell away from me!"
Yet that shove stirred up the spiritual energy inside him again. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and his body went limp as he collapsed.
With Yuan Kai dealt with, Chen Hao immediately turned his gaze toward Wu Daozi.
Although Wu Daozi held an overwhelming advantage in strength, those repeated attacks had shaken his confidence. The moment he noticed Chen Hao looking at him, he lost his nerve.
"Your turn." Chen Hao stepped forward, then shot toward Wu