章 427: The Might of the Judge's Brush, The Sleeping Beauty (1)

Zhao Tianshen spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his robe was a little tattered.

When the surrounding people saw this scene, they immediately exclaimed in shock, "Zhao Tianshen is injured!"

"Oh my god, he even spat out blood."

"China's No. 1 Grandmaster is injured."

"How is that possible?"

Shocked voices were heard. At this moment, even Hua Taichong and the others were filled with shock.

They knew about Zhao Tianshen's strength. Even if Hua Taichong and Qiu Xingyun joined forces, they could not hurt him. However, this guy in front of them had injured him.

In other words, this guy in front of him now had the strength to truly resist Zhao Tianshen.

"I won?"

Even Chu Qingyi's beautiful eyes widened, filled with surprise and excitement.

"Not yet! I just injured the other party." Beside him, Mo Baiyi said in a low voice, but there was a strange look in his beautiful eyes and ripples in his heart.