What just happened?
What just took place?
Time seemed to stand still; the entire venue became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring incredulously at the scene on the battlefield.
The two Ritual Officers in the pavilion forgot to speak.
Amaterasu Chizuru's lips were half-open, her face frozen in shock.
Did it end before it even started?
Even the expressions of the Four Nations' Military Lords were no different, left speechless.
"W-What did I just witness?"
Somewhat disbelieving, the Master of Ceremonies, with years of hosting experience, began to stammer: "Did Murong Haitang snatch the Moonlit Sword?"
"Was Tsukiyama Tairou just acting?"
The Vice Master of Ceremonies posed an extremely foolish question.
He simply couldn't understand how the Moonlit Palace had tangled with Murong Haitang for so long, yet when it came to Tsukiyama Tairou, who held the Divine Artifact, he lost it in an instant.
Tsukiyama Tairou's face was ashen.
