In the courtyard, the Jin Mansion Master's heartrending screams echoed.
And he's considered lucky, still able to scream, still able to comprehend what pain feels like.
In contrast, the National Preceptor of Lingxiu looked far worse.
His body was pierced by the Sword Shadow, his vitality draining away.
He tried to speak, but his mouth was blocked by streams of blood.
What flowed from his mouth was bouquet after bouquet of fresh blood.
"Does anyone else want to give it a try?"
Shen Han stepped leisurely forward, walking to the center of the courtyard.
Seeing Shen Han rise and walk over, those who had previously been high and mighty quietly distanced themselves.
The Lingxiu Sovereign, who had been sitting in a chair, unconsciously stood up.
Seeing this, Shen Han didn't hesitate either and pulled the chair to his side to sit down.
"Does anyone else want to spar with me?"
Receiving no answer, Shen Han asked again.
