Chapitre 778: The Battle of the Swordsmen (2)

The blood-red sword aura had morphed into a fiery blaze which shot out in the direction of the slashing motion like a surging fire dragon.

The intense sword aura created a strong wind tunnel which blew against Ji Fengyan's long hair.

In that instant, everyone held their hearts in their mouths.

With a loud boom, a massive explosion went off within the palace. The strong sword aura had lifted the dirt off the ground, causing the air to swirl with dust.

Master Lan was panting slightly as he maintained his stance. He stared unwavering at the dust-covered air before him.

The guard captain was drenched in sweat and clenching his fists tightly. He opened his eyes as wide as he could, staring fixedly at the scene before him.

"We won?" One of the Elders suddenly spoke up.

Master Yue was unable to tear his eyes off the battleground. He had never felt so nervous before.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting for the dust to settle.