When the dust settled, everyone from the Desert Sword Sect was stunned.
Jian Wentian was lying on the ground in a sorry state. His robes were tattered, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Their grand elder had actually lost the battle against Su Yun.
How was this possible?
These people had looks of disbelief on their faces. One had to know that Jian Wentian was a half-step Emperor, but he was still defeated.
Su Yun's cultivation... Great Emperor!
The elders of the great Desert Sword Sect could not accept this fact, especially Jian Wentian's eyes, which were so wide that they were about to pop out!
What did he just see?! In his heart, the unrivalled grand elder did not even last a single round.
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Jian Wentian's mind. If their grand elder could not win, it would not just be the grand elder who would lose, but the entire great Desert Sword Sect.