The Final Two Credentials Appear

A dragon and phoenix among men, a Red Hare among horses.

The White-Robed Swordsman won with overwhelming force, stepping on Kun Liehai to establish his divine might. It could be said to be brimming with gold content.

Yet this was not over—he showed no hesitation, stepping forward again and bringing his sword down. Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, he meant to cut the weeds and pull up the roots in one stroke.

Kun Liehai's pupils suddenly shrank. Enduring that heart-rending, lung-tearing agony, he fiercely burned his remaining magical power and turned into a streak of bloody light, fleeing toward the heavens beyond.

"Boy, wait for my Kun Clan's revenge."

He glared viciously at the White-Robed Swordsman, the hatred in his eyes like poison, as if he meant to brand the other man's figure into his soul.

But the only answer he received was a razor-sharp streak of sword light.

With a bang!

The sword light pierced through his body, blasting open a bloody hole in his chest.

Kun Liehai sprayed blood from his mouth and, dragging a body almost completely ruined, finally staggered away and vanished at the edge of the sky.

In the field, not even a crow or sparrow made a sound.

Only shock spread silently like a tide.

"A peerless heavenly prodigy..."

The crowd murmured under their breath, all subdued by the White-Robed Swordsman's magnificent feat. In their eyes, there was only awe.

Shen Qiu was even more thoroughly struck dumb.

Seize treasure from the hands of such a person? That was simply an old birthday star eating arsenic, courting death without knowing it.

Coffin-Knocking Old Man let out a long sigh, his tone full of relief. "Fortunately, Kun Liehai blocked this calamity for us. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable."

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