392 Who was the Stronger Cultivator

A chilling gleam covered his sword, enveloping the arena in a dazzling light. Ling Yichen breathed in deeply, then swung his sword.

One move. There was a muffled hum, then Liu Yucheng was thrown high up into the air and fell down heavily in the fighting ring. He looked at Ling Yichen fearfully and tried to stand up, but he eventually crumpled to the ground in a dead faint.

Blood was running down both of Ling Yichen's arms; even the hilt of the sword was soaked through. Blood flowers bloomed on the ground below him, but he stood tall and unflinching with a look of determination on his handsome face.

"For the second match, Nan Xia Country wins." The sound of the referee's voice was soon drowned out by a huge wave of cheers.

Ling Yichen's elegant demeanor not only attracted the young girls from Nan Xia Country there, but even the young girls from other countries. They looked at Ling Yichen admiringly, deep affection in their gazes.