The light faded, revealing the scene. Su Han was covered in blood and riddled with injuries. The Star Gold Dao Spear was embedded in his chest, having narrowly missed his heart.
By now, Su Han had reached his limit, sustaining himself only by the sheer strength of his Sacred Body. Yet, he stood tall, his posture as erect as a Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword that would never bend.
Although Su Han's injuries were severe, they were nothing compared to Qian Xuan's.
Beside Su Han, Qian Xuan lay on the ground, his black hair in disarray as his blood pooled and stained the cracked earth red.
Numerous deep fist marks marred his body and face. His bones were shattered, and half his face was a bloody, mangled mess. His mouth and nose twitched; he was only exhaling, unable to draw in a single breath.
Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Senior Brother Qian Xuan… defeated?" Ye Chen from Tianxuan Peak spoke in a daze, unable to accept the outcome.
