"Where's Bai Xiao? He wouldn't have been blasted into the ground, would he?"
"With this move, even a Horizontal Training Strongman might be crushed!"
The audience, filled with many sect leaders, gasped and exclaimed in admiration. There was still a trace of shock and lingering fear in their eyes.
Thankfully, it wasn't them fighting Kui Zhenghong.
Otherwise, being crushed into a pile of minced flesh would be their fate.
No!
It should be said that they would be sliced into pieces by the Peak of the Ice Sword instead.
They weren't even enough to force Kui Zhenghong into Beichen Mountain Sword form.
"Kui Zhenghong has already won, hasn't he..."
"Why hasn't Chairman Shen declared yet..."
A sect leader looked puzzled, but his words were abruptly cut off.
On the Martial Arts Arena.
Kui Zhenghong's statue-like figure trembled slightly, his right arm parallel to the ground began to slowly rise, the sword tip lifting diagonally.
