Chương 1116: The Meaning of This Fight

The swords were like suspended rain, hanging over the ruins, aimed at the master and disciple.

The wind had stopped, so the gravel no longer rolled about, and so naturally made no sound. All was quiet.

The people in Hundred Flowers Lane noticed this silence and knew that something big had happened.

Life and death were naturally matters of true importance.

That astonishing killing intent within the Orthodox Academy struck everyone's minds dumb.

Suddenly, a zither note rose and countless strings snapped.

Crossbow bolts were fired haphazardly in front of the Orthodox Academy, Sacred Light illuminating the overcast sky.

The air was occasionally punctuated by the howl of an arrow or the groan of someone struck by an arrow.

When the chaotic situation was once more put under control, several pools of blood could be spotted in the lane, but Wang Po was nowhere to be seen.

Linghai Zhiwang was abnormally pale, worried as he was for the Pope's safety.