In the small courtyard.
The Heavy Saber in Zhaang Ye's hands danced. Though it seemed he was in constant peril, teetering on the brink of death, he met Li Zhongtian's attacks time and again. The formless, intangible sound waves were shattered by his Heavy Saber, and the entire courtyard was blasted by these terrifying sonic shockwaves, kicking up clouds of dust. Even some of the Martial Artists watching from a distance were injured.
The injuries caused by the sound waves were bizarre. Deep wounds would appear on some Martial Artists' bodies out of nowhere, and they wouldn't even realize they were hurt until blood started to flow. Others, caught unawares, had their hair completely sheared off by the sound waves without even knowing how it happened.
Still other Martial Artists merely felt a tremor in the air before blood began streaming from their ears, their internal organs damaged.
