บท 78: The Joy Of Free Stuff

The arena fell deathly silent. One could hear a pin drop!

When the crowd saw the sword qi hurricane, they were all stunned. Beads of sweat kept falling from their foreheads!

They sensed the dreadful power of that strike.

They could also clearly see the change in Chen Xiaofeng's expression. His originally confident smile turned into pale fear.

Everyone knew that if Ye Xuan had not made a move, Chen Xiaofeng would have most likely fallen to this strike.

"I... I lost!"

After a long time, Chen Xiaofeng muttered dazedly, breaking the silence around the arena.

He collapsed on the ground. His arms felt powerless, and his longsword fell onto the arena platform. His eyes were vacant.

He had originally been filled with absolute confidence that he would defeat Li Qingyan.

After all, they were both ninth level true essence realm cultivators. Even if there was a difference in their innate talent, he would not be defeated so badly.