After the extreme collision, the figures of Qing Yu and Ren Piaomiao flashed and retreated directly from the Heavenly Vault.
And the Sword God, after a brief pause, announced the end of the meeting.
"Let's call it a day, everyone disperse. In the future, if I am not here, you may listen to Qing Yu."
"Qing Yu, hahaha..."
He let out an excited laugh, and his figure slowly vanished into nothingness.
"Bian Tian, what do you think of the result of the contest between the three of them?" Hao Tian asked Elder Shiming.
"Qing Yu and the others didn't win," Elder Shiming's face showed a gloomy expression, "The Sword God won, but neither of them was too badly injured."
His double pupils had astonishing eyesight and could clearly see the outcome of both parties' contest.
The Sword God did win, and even with the addition of Ren Piaomiao, Qing Yu could not surpass this second on the Heavenly List. But Qing Yu was not too badly injured either.
