A brilliant light erupted from the old man's eyes. He shot to his feet, transforming into a streak of Sword Light and giving chase.
Everyone's gaze turned to the sky, a hint of anticipation in their hearts. Who would come out on top? The Swordsman who had roamed the Daqi Cultivation World for many years, or the Sect Leader of the Celestial Sword Sect, with his superior Swordsmanship?
CLANG!
A high-pitched cry of a sword rang out.
The two moved too fast and were too high up. Song Changsheng could only see a brilliant flash of light that seemed to split the blue sky in two.
Fierce Sword Qi crisscrossed the sky, continuing for more than an ancient hour before gradually subsiding.
"Look! Something's falling!" someone suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the sky.
Song Changsheng followed the voice and saw a black dot plummeting from the heavens. When he focused his gaze, he realized it wasn't a dot at all—it was clearly a person.
BANG!
