The crowd below the Battle Platform cursed inwardly. 'Using hidden weapons and sneak attacks, yet acting so high-and-mighty... The Cyan Race is truly shameless!'
However, just as Qing Xun had said, there were no rules against scheming or sneak attacks in this decisive battle!
That Cyan Race expert hadn't broken any rules, so a sneak attack was fair game. And if it succeeded, Feng Jue would lose—he might even lose his life.
At this moment, the crowd was already mourning for Feng Jue.
SWOOSH!
A cyan longsword, emanating a deadly and chilling Sword Light, stabbed toward Feng Jue's chest.
This strike was fatal!
It was powerful enough to pierce Feng Jue's chest and shred his heart.
But.
The instant that sharp glint was about to connect, Feng Jue's body reacted as if stimulated. Countless saber silhouettes erupted from him, weaving across the surface of his skin.
Instantly, the Cyan Race expert stopped in his tracks, the Treasure Sword in his hand faltering.
