Victory!

There was a flash of light.

In the arena, Gao Danyun's body, which had been sliced in two, vanished and then reappeared in the next instant, alive and unhurt. He stood there blankly, his face pale and his eyes dull.

After a long time, his seemingly frozen body trembled while beads of sweat broke out of his forehead, trickling down his cheeks. What filled his head even now was the strike that shook the heaven and earth.

It was a tyrannical strike that threatened the world, an unwavering strike that was without a rival and impossible to defend against. It was simply an extreme sense of death.

He was no match for such a strike; he deserved to be defeated.

After another long moment, Gao Danyun sighed melancholically. "I've lost..."

As he spun, his graceful bearing was gone in an instant, and then he hobbled his way to his sect.