"Bang!"
Perhaps because he could not activate his Sword Art, this strike was nowhere near as powerful as before. Before it could reach Xu Taiping, Xu Taiping merged with his blade light, swept behind Ji Wuyou with a slash like a full moon, then brought another slash down toward the back of his neck.
"You can't..."
"Swish!"
Ji Wuyou spun around. Seeing the blade shadow before him, he suddenly let out a terrified shout, but the words had barely left his mouth when a streak of blade light swept across his neck.
"Thud!"
Ji Wuyou's voice cut off abruptly, and a head rolled onto the ground.
From beginning to end, the saber in Xu Taiping's hand never hesitated.
Then an indescribable pain surged over him like a tide.
"Thump!"
He staggered, nearly pitching headfirst to the ground, but instinctively caught himself with his saber.
At that moment, deathly silence fell over the entire venue.
Any cultivator who knew even a little about Cursed Arts could easily tell that Xu Taiping had indeed been struck by Ji Wuyou's Mutual Harm Spell.
But that was precisely why they were all the more bewildered now, even finding it uncanny.
"Unless you're well versed in Cursed Arts, there's no way to undo the Mutual Harm Spell. There's only one possible explanation for what happened: Taiping forcibly endured ten times the pain Ji Wuyou suffered."
After pondering for a long time, Qingxiao suddenly spoke with utter certainty, his expression exceedingly grave.
He was not alone. Most of the cultivators present had reached this seemingly absurd conclusion as well.
"Ten times the pain Ji Wuyou suffered?"
Zhao Linglong still could not imagine it.
"How could a normal person endure that kind of agony?"
Ziyan looked equally incredulous.
"In this bout, Xu Taiping has defeated Ji Wuyou