Three strikes, and Qin Changshan was injured and coughing up blood!

Regardless of whether they sided with Zhou Zhili or Xiang Tianqiu, everyone was stunned. They stood there like clay statues.

They would never have guessed that the Dragonlake Hermit, a fifth-level Grandmaster famous throughout the Great Zhou for the imposing might of his sword qi, would lose to Su Yi!

Xiang Tianqiu’s heart sank.

Yu Baiting’s expression clouded over, and his hand and feet quivered uncontrollably.

Kang Shanjing’s jaw suddenly hurt. Only then did he realize he’d clenched it too hard and that his hands gripped his beard so tightly that he'd pulled out several strands of hair.

Xue Ningyuan’s expression changed dramatically. 

Undisguisable shock rose unbidden to the gathered Imperatorial Province big shots’ hearts.

In contrast, Zhou Zhili, Zheng Tianhe, and their allies inwardly rejoiced, and their faces lit up with delight. Their chests filled with excitement.

A man like an immortal banished from the heavens injured his foe with three casual swings of the sword!

Chang Guoke looked admiring, but also shaken.

Qing Jin’s heart surged with an indescribable sourness. Those three slashes were so fast, watching them was like watching an immortal practice martial arts. The sight shattered her inner pride into pieces.

For the first time, she felt a thread of vague and wordless...