Aside from the supremely powerful sect leaders, the disciples in the front rows, and the guests from the various sects, everyone covered their ears, their heads buzzing.
The Profound Iron Hammer Head ground against the soft sword as it twisted upward, the eighteen spiral blood grooves on its face whipping up a visible vortex of air.
The Cold Pond Dragon Roar Sword let out a mournful cry as three inches of its tip were torn clean off. The severed piece flew like a silver star, embedding itself in a Coiling Dragon Pillar a hundred feet away.
Qi Huan staggered back seven steps. A spiderweb-like dent had appeared on the Heart Protection Mirror across his chest.
He stared at his empty right hand. His throat bobbed as he swallowed back a mouthful of blood, finally suppressing the unwilling rage that filled his chest.
"I've lost."
Skin Cultivation Perfection. The Golden Skin State.
Xu Yunfan was now on par with the prodigies from the most elite sects.
