Boom! 

When Zhao Jing’s strong body collapsed to the ground, a deep noise echoed. The whole courtyard seemed to tremble. Of course, something else was trembling with it: the hearts of the countless onlookers.

All eyes were filled with intense astonishment as they looked at Zhao Jing whose right arm had exploded with blood. It was unknown whether he was still alive. 

On the pavilion.   

The Heavenly Ghost Sect’s chief disciple Liu Fu, who was originally holding a tea cup with both hands and leisurely waiting for the Cangxuan Sect to be humiliated, was frozen with terror. The shock and fear in his eyes burst forth, unable to be concealed. 

Kacha.   

The cup in his hand cracked and shattered under his grip. 

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and, with great difficulty, muttered, “How could this be...” 

But nobody in the pavilion was in the mood to laugh at him; they all bore the same expressions of shock.

When Zhao Jing's right arm exploded in a fountain...