The people around quickly noticed something was amiss and fell silent. The only sounds were the agonized wails of Ning Qianzheng and the scratching of Ning Xuan carving the Bone Spirit Plaque. He was in a world of his own, completely focused on the task at hand. Beside him, Swordsman Jian Zhenyi, a man who had made a name for himself in Dong Cang years ago, didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.
It was a dumbfounding sight.
I must never, ever contend with him in swordsmanship! And I absolutely cannot let him use his sword techniques! a Human Realm Warrior vowed to himself.
Time slipped away. Jian Zhenyi was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a river. A puddle formed at his feet like a small, flowing stream.
"Whew…"
Just as Ning Xuan finished his work and blew the bone dust off the Bone Spirit Plaque, CLANG! Jian Zhenyi finally found his opportunity and drew his sword.
But the beginning was also the end.
