"What a... glorious sword!"
While Tang Dongqing let out a wry laugh and muttered quietly about the sharpness of the flying sword, a fountain of blood started spurting from his chest. His body had not yet collapsed and his heart had already stopped beating, but there was still some consciousness left as he watched the Swimming Dragon Sword plunge into the artillery shell.
Boom!
On impact with the flying sword, the shell immediately detonated, exploding amidst the roars of the blasts, dust flying all around, and Miao Dongqing along with two other members of the Tang Sect were entirely blown into a meat mist.
Sister Hong, Miao Cheng, and many of the spectators were all incredibly excited, their hearts finally allowed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"That's wonderful, the artillery has misfired, we are finally saved."
"Nonsense, how could the artillery misfire? It's clearly this young man named Xiao Qiang who used some sort of mechanism; he saved us once again."