The sea stirred up waves that poured down like a torrential rain.
After a long while, the rain curtain slowly stopped.
Many people wiped their faces and hurriedly looked toward the center of the Five Dragon Mystic Water formation.
"Who won, who won?"
"Was it Fang Zhen? It must be!"
Unfortunately, in this world, things rarely go as one wishes.
The crowd looked up to see Lu Mingshu still standing tall atop the stone pillar, holding her sword, the cold moonlight shining on her like an ice sculpture.
And Fang Zhen... where was Fang Zhen?
"Fang Shidi!"
The first to spot Fang Zhen was Kou Wei.
He rushed over and helped Fang Zhen up from the corner.
Fang Zhen's face was as pale as paper, and his mouth and chest were covered in bloodstains.
He looked at Kou Wei and moved his lips, "Senior Brother Kou, it's up to you now."