For the tenth move.
Jiang Fan casually thrust his sword, aiming at Zhong Qizhen's throat.
The sharp sword tip pierced his skin, revealing a trace of crimson.
He shook his head and indifferently wrote down the final comment:
"In summary, it's just a facade. Disappointing."
What he thought would be a trial and duel for himself.
Ended up being less intense than the pressure the Sub-Altar Master gave him initially.
The entire crowd was dead silent.
Staring blankly at the eight characters on the ground, they couldn't help but swallow nervously.
They agreed Jiang Fan would withstand Zhong Qizhen's ten moves.
But in the end, it was Zhong Qizhen who barely withstood Jiang Fan's ten moves, and he was in disgrace!
No, it was evident that Jiang Fan held back; otherwise, Zhong Qizhen would've lost within ten moves.
Xu Youran cried with joy and rushed into his arms: "Fan! You did it! You did it! You can also join the Green Cloud Sect now!"