SWOOSH!
Just as Cao Yang reeled in shock, Jiang Chen's sword appeared inches from his eyes.
It stopped there, profoundly still.
Silence. A deathly silence fell over the hall.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to process what had just happened.
The fight had ended too quickly.
After a flurry of clanging sounds, everyone could see clearly that Jiang Chen's sword was already at Cao Yang's face.
If Jiang Chen had been an enemy, one could easily imagine Cao Yang's fate—he would have been run through the forehead and killed.
A cold sweat broke out on many of their foreheads.
They had been so confident in Cao Yang just moments ago. The outcome was completely beyond their imagination.
Da Pao was the first to his feet, rubbing his eyes.
He then sucked in a sharp breath.
'Brother Cao… actually lost.'
Like him, many others were stunned.
Even the Third Prince, Wen Shiren, was dumbfounded.
He hadn't been able to follow their movements at all.
