Feng Qingyang's eyes widened. In his youth, he had happened upon the legacy of the Dugu Nine Swords. Through arduous practice, his swordsmanship had reached the realm of no moves, and he had believed no one's swordsmanship surpassed his own.
Yet he had never imagined he would die beneath Lin Lang's sword today.
The Dugu Nine Swords would be lost forever. Without his protection, the Huashan Sect was finished too.
A'Fei, Wooden Daoist, Guo Songyang, Jing Wuming, and the other swordsmen also stared at Lin Lang in shock.
They had all thought Lin Lang was certain to lose, perhaps unable even to escape, doomed to die today.
But Lin Lang's swordsmanship had suddenly entered an entirely new realm. With his formidable true qi and uncanny movement techniques, he had reversed his defeat in one stroke and killed Feng Qingyang, the Great Grandmaster everyone had favored.
Lin Lang was only a Grandmaster, yet he had killed a Great Grandmaster in single combat.
Though Feng Qingyang might have been past his prime due to his age and weaker true qi, his exquisite swordsmanship and formidable sword intent still allowed him to wield the strength of a Great Grandmaster.
How had Lin Lang won?
Jing Wuming sighed. "For a swordsman to die beneath such marvelous swordsmanship was a worthy death."
Guo Songyang murmured to himself, "The world has lost one supreme swordsman, but gained another."
Lu Xiaofeng stroked his mustache. Last time, Lin Lang had killed Dongfang Bubai just as abruptly.
He had also noticed a ruthlessness in Lin Lang that others lacked, as though he did not care at all that Feng Qingyang might take him down with him.
Perhaps that ruthlessness was precisely why Lin Lang's swordsmanship improved so rapidly.
Seeing that Lin Lang had actually killed Feng Qingyang, Zuo Lengchan's