The duel between Ling Fei and Zhao Chen finally concluded. Zhao Chen was defeated by the Ninth Sword of Ling Fei's Celestial River Nine Swords.
The waves on the lake gradually subsided.
But the hearts of the cultivators around the lake remained in turmoil.
The aura of Zhao Chen's ultimate move had been overwhelming, its might utterly chilling.
That was an aura that only a cultivator of the Late Innate Stage could possess.
And yet, Zhao Chen had still been defeated.
Not only was he defeated, but he was defeated utterly. His body fell into the lake, seemingly frozen solid.
The sight sent a shiver of fear through many of the onlookers.
It wasn't hard for them to imagine: 'If I were to fight this Ling Fei, would I be slain in a single strike?'
Of course, they also knew that if Ling Fei hadn't held back, that final sword strike would have been enough to take Zhao Chen's life.
