This was an outcome no one had expected. They didn’t expect the dull-looking and insignificant Zhao Yan to defeat Cheng Xiong, especially with the last sword. No one could understand that sword.

Under his bamboo hat, Lin Yun nodded his head because Zhao Yan didn’t disappoint him.

“Interesting…” Holy lands geniuses like Ji Lingfeng’s eyes lit up when they saw this sword.

“Sword Sect’s Zhao Yan is grateful for the battle.” Zhao Yan had no intention of leaving after defeating his opponent. He looked around and asked, “Does anyone else wish to fight me?”

“Let me face you. I’m Yuan Hao of the Ghostcloud Sect!” This person looked to be in his thirties and had a robust figure. He was the senior disciple of Cheng Xiong.

“Come!” Zhao Yan didn’t waste any time and merely greeted with his sword.

As Yuan Hao soared to the sky, a massive ghost appeared behind him with his hand descending on Zhao Yan. The palm of the gigantic ghost also came descending on Zhao Yan, and a huge shadow enveloped the sky, causing the Thunderblood Battlestage to tremble.

“Heaven Sword Form!” Zhao Yan swung...