"Han Fei won, his sword intent perfectly countered Yue Yan's illusion technique," said Zhou Jianying, the Sword Dao Heavenly Girl.
"In the end, it's still a battle of mental realms!" Crown Prince Tianhuo said coldly, "If Yue Yan's Illusion Moon Realm were strong enough, he could have easily countered it!"
The Four Heavenly Pride spoke, each statement hitting the nail on the head.
When the storm dissipated, the figure on the arena materialized.
Yue Yan's robe sleeve was cut, and a long sword lay horizontally above his head, exuding a terrifying sword intent.
"Surrender!"
Yue Yan said unwillingly.
"Thanks for your lenience!"
Han Fei withdrew his long sword and smiled indifferently.
The crowd gasped, and the spectators in the stands erupted, their shouts like a tidal wave, shaking heaven and earth.
Yue Yan left the arena, but Han Fei did not move; it was his turn to issue a challenge.
Clutching his long sword, a stunning war intent burst forth in his eyes.
