"ROAR!"
Gao Kangzi coughed up blood after Zhaang Ye's three strikes, his face turning livid. He was a dignified Fifth-Layer True Dao expert, yet he had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Zhaang Ye, someone who had only joined the sect three years ago. It was a complete humiliation. A mixture of shock and fury overcame him, and with a tremendous roar, a gleaming Sharp Sword appeared in his hand as he lunged toward Zhaang Ye.
"That's enough!"
Just as Gao Kangzi lunged, an icy voice rang out. A faint water curtain suddenly materialized in front of him. When Gao Kangzi collided with it, the curtain didn't break, merely warping slightly.
The one who had created the water curtain was none other than Qi Qingle. Having blocked Gao Kangzi, Qi Qingle said coldly, "Junior Brother Gao, you have already lost."
