Boom!
A white Sword Light storm quietly rose from the black sky, becoming the only ray of light in this patch of sky.
Poof...
Everyone squinted their eyes, trying to see clearly who had won and who had lost. Under their gazes, a burly figure fell heavily from the black swallowing Wind Waves onto the high platform of the tea ceremony, creating spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from where he landed.
It's Gu Mu!
At this moment, Gu Mu's face was pale, and his body was covered in blood. On the left side of his chest, there was a sword wound more than a finger deep, and one could even see his heart beating continuously.
Whoosh!
Fang Zhou pierced through the layers of white waves with one finger, walking out leisurely. His expression was cold, and crimson blood still dripped from the tip of his sword.
"I admit my defeat wholeheartedly."
Gu Mu glanced at the black-robed Fang Zhou and spoke bluntly. After saying that, he turned and flew back to his seat to heal himself in secret.
