RUMBLE.
The night was pitch-black, with dark clouds roiling across the sky.
A sudden downpour began, plunging the world into a darkness so profound you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Fat raindrops fell, but no one within the Celestial Sword Grand Canyon was getting wet.
An invisible Sword Intent permeated the entire canyon. The moment raindrops fell, they were annihilated into nothingness by this force.
Thunderbolt continued to flash, making the world flicker between light and dark.
The crowd's mood wasn't dampened by the harsh weather; on the contrary, their spirits were soaring.
"Amazing! Chen Ye's Swordsmanship is superb—easily top ten in Qing Province—but he's been suppressed from the very start. I'd say he'll lose in less than a hundred moves."
Many pairs of astonished eyes were fixed on the two figures locked in combat.
One of them was Ning Jiang.
