Bai Ruanqing Is Here

In the courtyard located at the peak of the inner disciples' mountain, Wang Jiandong slowly opened his eyes. Feeling a little giddy, he clutched his head for a moment.

Wang Jiandong meditated for a moment to recover from his abnormal condition before murmuring with a bitter smile, "It doesn't feel too good to have my head lopped off."

He would usually be the one killing others in that dueling ring, and it was his first time experiencing his head being sliced off. While physical harm incurred in the Ethereal Hall would not be transferred into the real world, the mental pressure in that moment still left his heart thumping wildly.

"Even though I lost an Ethereal Token, I hope that I have allowed Senior Lujie to see through that fellow's swordsmanship. It would be good if he's able to achieve victory," Wang Jiandong muttered.

To be honest, he was full of awe toward Liu Lujie.