Standing at the center of the arena, Gao Xuan held his sword with his eyes closed, his expression calm and his posture upright, with not a speck of dust on his deep blue sword robe.
The transcendent and otherworldly swordsman aura left an exceptionally deep impression on all spectators.
Especially the closed eyes, which held an inexplicable mystery, made everyone feel that Gao Xuan was unfathomable, difficult to gauge.
After striking a pose, Gao Xuan turned to leave the arena.
"Wait a moment."
Xiao Changsheng suddenly shouted loudly, stopping Gao Xuan, who was about to walk away gracefully.
Gao Xuan turned back and smiled, "Mr. Xiao, do you have any advice?"
Xiao Changsheng walked up to Gao Xuan, staring deeply at him for a few seconds, but failed to detect any unease on Gao Xuan's face. All he saw was an enigmatic smile.
Xiao Changsheng said to Elder Yun, who was hosting the competition, "This person used an external marvel to kill Uncle Shan; he must die."
