When the runes finally faded, it revealed Long Chen with his saber resting on his shoulder, expressionlessly staring at the person in front of him.

The stage in front of Long Chen was a complete mess. The bricks had all exploded, revealing a metallic foundation.

The bricks were just ornamental. Now it revealed the true core of the platform, and it was incomparably sturdy.

The martial stage looked like a mural that had been torn open. In front of Long Chen was Que Xinyan. He stood there motionless.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Beads of blood descended from the space between Que Xinyan’s forehead to his nose and then dripped onto the ground. Flowers of blood rapidly bloomed on the ground below him.

The disciples outside all looked at the martial stage in shock. Long Chen’s attack had actually broken Que Xinyan’s shield and injured him.

That was different from the previous face slap....