It was like a clap of thunder from the nine heavens!
The blinding light made many people subconsciously close their eyes.
When the light faded, Meng Qianxue's Long Sword had been knocked from her grasp. She herself was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, coughing up a mouthful of blood in mid-air. Her aura instantly weakened.
The victor was decided!
Ruan Lingxiu's figure flickered, and she appeared below the stage, catching the falling Meng Qianxue. She quickly assessed her injuries, and her expression changed slightly.
She looked up, giving a deep glance at Lu Chenming, who stood with his saber sheathed, his aura as calm as ever. Without another word, she picked up Meng Qianxue and transformed into a streak of light, quickly departing to treat her wounds.
A brief, deathly silence fell around the Seven-Star Platform, only to be broken by a tsunami of discussion.
