This single sword strike sought to soar through the heavens!
All eyes were fixed on Ye Wushuang. He had comprehended this very sword strike while watching the battle between Dii Qingxue and Liuu Tianlan.
The Heaven-Soaring Sword!
To comprehend a technique with such terrifying power—enough to defeat Liuu Tianlan's most confident strike—simply by watching... how had Ye Wushuang done it?
The crowd's curiosity grew. They found Ye Wushuang more and more unfathomable, to the point that he was terrifying!
THUD!
On the Battle Platform, Liuu Tianlan's body arced through the air before crashing to the ground. Blood sprayed from his mouth, staining his disheveled hair. He was an utterly pathetic sight.
His cold eyes stared at Ye Wushuang, blood trickling endlessly from his mouth.
Ye Wushuang met his gaze, but there was no pity in his eyes. Earlier, Liuu Tianlan had scornfully crushed the Healing Treasure Pill Ye Wushuang had offered him.
