Thud!
The sound echoed throughout the arena like a heavy drum struck in the middle of a silent temple.
Clan Master Hubert's body crossed the boundary of the platform before crashing onto the stone ground outside the ring, raising a cloud of dust and shattered gravel.
The impact itself was not particularly violent for someone of his cultivation, yet the sight was enough to send a ripple of shock through every disciple and elder present because the man lying there was not an ordinary Spirit Warrior.
He was the Head of Crimson Clan.
For a brief instant, thousands of spectators stared at the fallen figure without blinking, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed. Moments earlier, the two Supreme Beings had been exchanging sword strikes so quickly that many participants could only see flashes of light crossing the platform.
Then, in what felt like the blink of an eye, the battle had ended.
Panic erupted among the disciples.
