Yuwen Yao stood frozen in place, gazing at the azure spiritual energy dissipating with the wind.
Her palms remained in a pushing posture, but her fingers unconsciously trembled slightly.
"..."
Staring at the golden Sword Qi that had not yet fully dispersed from Song Yan's fingertip, it took her a moment to regain her senses.
"I..."
She slowly raised her hand, signaling the Elder in charge.
"I lost."
What was that just now?
She clearly felt a sense of deathly oppression.
She had believed that no Cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm could withstand that move directly, and she hadn't even condensed a protective spiritual garment.
If Song Yan hadn't deliberately shifted that strike slightly, she might have died there.
The Elder in charge also recovered from the overwhelming power of their battle, which far surpassed their respective Realms, and deeply gazed at the young man carrying the sword box.
"Central Platform, Number 17, Song Yan wins."
