The battlefield was silent, with an eerie calmness. Gu Chen, holding the Blood Shadow Sword, stood with his back to everyone. His black hair flowed down his long, muscular frame; his skin glistened like jade, and his body was as robust as a mythical dragon. His dark clothes were stained with scattered bloodstains.
Behind him, the once imposing and formidable Zhao Xingxuan had now become a headless corpse. The cut was smooth and even, with hot blood flowing uncontrollably from it.
It took quite a while for Jiang Yong and the others to react; they were all stunned.
They knew that Zhao Xingxuan, a powerhouse at the peak of the External Strength Realm, had died just like that?!
Everyone was shocked. At this moment, Jiang Yong stared intently at the entirely crimson sword in Gu Chen's hand, which shimmered faintly with divine light. His fists clenched involuntarily.