"Pfft!"
Guo Heng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.
Chen Tang and the others hurried forward to help Guo Heng up.
"Many thanks, Brother He, for showing mercy."
Guo Heng was grievously injured and coughing blood, yet still forced himself to speak.
If He Shiyao had wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.
He Shiyao paid him no attention.
It wasn't that he was soft-hearted; he was merely giving Guo Heng's father some face.
"Brother Chen, I'm ashamed, I…"
Guo Heng let out a sigh and could not go on.
He Shiyao not only won.
He won beautifully, without revealing any real techniques or expending much Inner Power.
This fight, to him, was like going through the motions; he hadn't probed out any of He Shiyao's true depth at all.
Chen Tang gave a faint, mocking smile. "It's fine, I'll give it a try."
With that, Chen Tang gripped the Eternal Saber and walked toward the Sword Discussion Platform.
