"Kneel, or die!"
Jiang Chen's face was cold as he spoke.
His voice was icy and sharp, each word like a razor-sharp blade rushing toward Yun Haoran.
The aura of death enveloped Yun Haoran. The metallic chill from the Cyan Blade Sword made him feel as if he were a hair's breadth from death, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Below the altar, an uproar erupted.
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the two on the altar in utter disbelief. They could hardly believe what was happening before their very eyes!
The grand envoy of the Saint Martial Sword Sect, an supreme expert of the True Martial Realm, Yun Haoran, was actually defeated by Jiang Chen?
"I've seen some geniuses in Yulan Mansion who could fight above their level. But… I have never heard of a Martial Artist in the Martial Arts Realm defeating someone in the True Martial Realm. This is simply a miracle!"
"I never thought Yandu City could produce such a genius. The heavens are truly blessing our city!"
