"AHH!" As the Celestial River Ninth Sword surged forth, before the blade even arrived, Wang Dong was sent flying by the erupting Sword Qi. A bloodcurdling scream followed.
PUH!
As the scream rang out, Wang Dong spat a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.
"Wang Dong was defeated, too?" Watching him get blown away, the entire crowd was stunned.
Even the great Dukes in the viewing stands frowned.
"How can this Ling Fei be so powerful?" Liu Changyang's brows were knitted together.
"Not only is this young man's Cold Qi overwhelming, but his mastery of the Mystical of Martial Arts is also exceptionally strong!" Even Prince Long couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.
Just a moment ago, he had clearly sensed the Mystical within Ling Fei's sword strike.
If Ling Fei's victory over Liu Haichen had barely qualified him as a genius...
...then defeating Wang Dong, a Celestial Spirit Realm cultivator, was nothing short of astonishing.
