Everything had happened in an instant. One moment, eighty percent of the audience was smiling as they watched the show. The next, their smiles turned stiff and they all rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

The one still up in the sky was Li Tianming, his white hair fluttering in the breeze. He was no longer acting mad or dumb. His sword split into two with a click, his left hand carrying the black Grand-Orient Sword, with an emperor's fury contained within, while his right hand carried the gold Grand-Orient Sword, which held...