"Rongrong, I'm fine."
"It's just a pity that this Heart of Goddess Mask, which has been with me for several years, had its chain broken today."
"However, I must thank School Master Ning for his help. Otherwise, with my current cultivation, I would probably have been the one to lose."
Just as Tang Hao fled, Xin turned to thank Ning Fengzhi. As he turned, a corner of the mask on his right cheek was missing, and its chain was broken.
He gently took off the mask, and his perfect, immortal countenance was revealed to everyone present.
Xin's victory was actually very close. To land that sword strike, he put himself in danger, narrowly avoiding Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer. If the hammer's corner had been just a bit closer, his magnificent face would likely have been scarred.
However, though his sword strike was risky, the reward was high. After all, he was fighting twenty levels above himself, so he had to take the risk. It seemed he not only pierced Tang Hao's right shoulder but also damaged the Spirit Bone in his right arm.
Xin reached out, and from the Burning Judgement fire floating in the air, a piece of a fragmented Spirit Bone drifted down.
A shattered Spirit Bone suffers immense damage to its quality.
Tang Hao's right arm bone was pierced by the Cleaver of Shamash. It would be a miracle if it could be preserved at all, and its quality would surely drop by at least ten thousand years.
Just as Xin retrieved the Cleaver of Shamash, and after a moment of contemplation, he came back to his senses and realized that everyone present was staring at him, dumbfounded.
"Wh-what's wrong? Do I… look a bit disheveled right now?"
"N-no… Teacher…"
"You… you're really handsome…"
Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing said blankly.
When Xin's face was no longer covered by the mask, he looked like a Immortal who had stepped out of a painting.
Standing amidst the vibrant cherry blossoms, his ink-black hair swayed gently in the wind, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, gently entwined by pink and white petals.
His eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely handsome, as agile as the starlight of the vast starry sky and bright moon. In their movement, they seemed to hold the stars of a million years and the divine charm of cherry blossoms. His nose bridge was high, and his thin lips were naturally crimson. When he smiled, it was like a spring breeze sweeping through a sea of flowers, causing the entire tree to bloom. When he was cold, he resembled a cherry fruit covered in light frost, clear and distant.
He wore a moon-white long robe embroidered with cherry blossoms outlined in silver threads. His sleeves fluttered gently in the wind, and petals danced and fell onto his shoulders, complementing him perfectly, as if echoing him. He was truly stunningly handsome, beyond compare, as if he were formed from the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, a Immortal descending to the mortal realm. With just one glance, all things in the world seemed to lose their color.
Only he stood alone in the world, peerless.
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