The mont his finger stopped moving and the words were uttered, Ye Ming movent froze.
Instantly, Fang Mo leaped forward while thrusting his sword, resembling a drawn arrow.
However, the binding spell does not last forever.
When his sword pierced Ye Ming’s chest by an inch, he regained his movent.
Bang!
With a twist of his body, he dodged a fatal strike to his heart.
But it was too late, despite his swift reaction, the sword wound revealed Ye Ming’s red flesh.
Seeing this, Fang Mo eyes lit up as a smile ford on his face.
All the sudden, the injuries on his forearm didn’t look as bad as his opponent.
However, when he looked at Ye Ming’s face to read his expression, he froze.
There was a creepy smile on his face. At this mont, Ye Ming waved his sword, and in the air, a droplet was ford.
This droplet was illusionary like a raindrop.
Fang Mo had a feeling that he could burst this droplet with a slight touch, but his sixth sense told him that it was dangerous!
Before he could reacted, Ye Ming swung his sword toward him, shooting out a sword Qi.
At the sa ti, the droplet seemingly ca to life, charging toward him.
Seeing this, he grits his teeth to parried the droplet.
However, what occurred was beyond what he could imagined.
Bang!
His sword shattered, causing his expression to freeze on the spot.
Just as the droplet was an inch away from his forehead, he shouted.
"I forfeit!"
Ding!
A circle of light appear around Fang Mo, enveloping and healing his injuries before flinging him outside the platform.
After landing on his feet, he stared at Ye Ming with lingering fear.
Inwardly, that water droplet frightened him.
’What kind of sword art is this?!’
And as he look at the shattered sword in his hand, he let out a bitter sigh.
But the elders and inner disciple had different reaction.
"What in the heavens is that water droplet? It looks so fragile, but—"
"This sword art... I have a feeling I have seen it sowhere before."
"How fortunate being able to see this fight, it seem like this Ye Ming will be among the top three."
For Ye Ming, there was neither joy nor irritation seeing his opponent forfeit.
anwhile, Zhao Gongzu and Ye Ming were just two small battle among the giant platform filled with outer disciples.
Spells and sword qi flew in all directions.
If you weren’t careful with your steps, it was possible to have your head sliced off.
Tian Long announcent truly set the platform ablazed. It was simply a chaotic ss.
"Damn you, you cheated!" One of the disciple cursed as the sands was caught in his eyes.
Hearing this accusation, his opponent scoffed.
"Cheated? I’m not here to do charity, why would I not use my skill properly?!"
Every now and then, a circle of light would appear and fling a disciple out.
At this mont, in another corner, Shi Jing was focused on recovering his spiritual essence.
Among every participant on this platform, he was the one who faced the most pressure, thus, his spiritual essence was essentially emptied.
This was not including the internal injuries he sustained under Tian Long’s pressure.
If not for this, he wouldn’t have wasted so much ti to recover. Fortunately, it seem like no one paid any attention to him yet.
From a distance, a Late-Stage Qi Refiner nad Wu Feng observed Shi Jing with greed.
’This is my chance to shine!’
A cruel smile spread across his face when he noticed Shi Jing’s pale complexion and trembling hands.
At the sa ti, he swept his spiritual essence over, detecting his Early-Stage Qi-Refinent cultivation.
"Perfect," Wu Feng muttered under his breath. "This idiot exhausted himself completely. What an easy target."
Wu Feng was the closest to Shi Jing since the beginning.
He had been watching the earlier confrontation and saw how Shi Jing struggled under the exalted Tian Long’s pressure.
In his mind, this was a golden opportunity, eliminating a potential opponent while he was at his weakest.
Silently, Wu Feng began to approach, his footsteps masked by the chaos of battles raging around them.
His sword glead with cold light as he prepared for a decisive strike.
’This junior brother probably can’t even sense my approach,’ Wu Feng thought smugly.
’I’ll end this in one blow!’
When he was only three steps away, Wu Feng’s confidence soared. Shi Jing hadn’t moved an inch, still sitting in ditation with his eyes closed.
"Die, you worthless trash!" Wu Feng roared as he lunged forward, his sword aid directly at Shi Jing’s back.
But just as the blade was about to pierce through, Shi Jing’s eyes snapped open.
Without even turning his head, Shi Jing’s left hand moved like lightning, grasping Wu Feng’s wrist with crushing force.
"Argh!" Wu Feng cried out in pain as he felt his bones creak under the pressure.
"Did you really think," Shi Jing said calmly, still not bothering to face his attacker, "That I wouldn’t notice a you approaching ?"
Wu Feng’s eyes widened in terror.
’Impossible! How can soone who was barely standing have such strength?!’
With a casual flick of his wrist, Shi Jing sent Wu Feng flying through the air.
The Late-Stage Qi Refiner crashed into the ground with a sickening thud, his sword clattering away uselessly.
"I forfeit! I forfeit!" Wu Feng scread desperately before the protective light could even appear.
Ding!
The circle of light enveloped Wu Feng and flung him off the platform, leaving him sprawled on the ground in utter humiliation.
Shi Jing finally stood up, dusting off his robes as if nothing had happened.
His spiritual essence was still far from recovered, but dealing with such a weak sneak attack required barely any effort at all.
The nearby spectators who had witnessed the brief exchange fell silent, their mouths agape.
"Did... did he just defeat a Late-Stage Qi Refiner without even looking at him?"
"Wasn’t he injured and exhausted, barely able to stand?"
Shi Jing disregarded their comnts and caress his pouch to produce another middle grade spirit stone before returning to circulating his essence.
anwhile, his action has caused one of the elder to spat in anger.
"Which idiot said he was injured and exhausted?!"
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