"Such an overconfident fool," the Blood Blade sneered. His opponent was trying to catch the Blood-Drinking Blade barehanded—his defeat was certain. Behind him, the other Martial Artists of the Demon Sect burst into laughter.
"We've won!"
"I told you, the Blood Blade is an invincible existence!"
"These geniuses from the Sacred Institute are all idiots!"
But their laughter soon died in their throats. They realized Lin Xuan hadn't been reduced to a pile of bones. He had blocked the strike. How was that possible? The Martial Artists of the Demon Sect were all stunned.
"He blocked it! He actually blocked it!"
The new disciples of the Sacred Institute cried out in astonishment. Wei Wei opened her eyes, her face a mask of surprise. Zhang Shaochu also let out a breath of relief; he had been scared to death just moments ago.
