Yan Xu was unable to discern his current feelings, whether it was sympathetic towards his opponent or a loss for words because of underestimation, it could be he was just indifferent towards the entire thing.
Maybe he had all of these thoughts simultaneously.
The star-filled sky in his soul paled at the strike of Zhao Xiao Yu's Qi of blade, this strike of the sword that asked only the conscience and nothing else
The star-filled sky in his soul paled in the light of the turbulent darkness of his soul that engulfed him, wanting only the heart and nothing else.
And since Yan Xu already has a conscience. It is the bright and pure moon that represents the core intention of his heart, his purest nature.
His mind moved, countless stars were wiped from existence at the same time, leaving only twelve especially bright stars, even the moonlight cannot take away their brilliance.