There was no blood, no screams, nothing, eerie stillness.

"Master?"

Xu Jiaojiao's heart sank.

"Sister, elder."

Xia Wen shouted.

"Who's winning?

Who won?"

Everyone craned their necks to see who won the competition in the end.

Chen Feng slowly turned around and walked off the stage.

The moment Chen Feng moved, Xia Wen felt relieved. There were no wounds on Xia Yarou and Xue Yi's bodies, indicating that they were not injured.

"Hey, Chen Feng, the competition isn't over yet, why are you running down here?"

Xia Wen walked up to Chen Feng with a gloomy face and shouted.

Chen Feng glanced at Xia Wen and said nothing.

"The competition is over."

As the referee of the Martial Arts League, Bao Xiaomei slowly spoke.

Not only is it over, but it ends with a stunning sword strike.

No one else saw how the sword was released, but she did.

I can only use one word to describe it, that is fast!

Others only saw Chen Feng's hand move, but the sword was not unsheathed. That's because Chen Feng's speed was too fast. He could draw out the sword, kill people, and retract the sword in one go.

"How can this psychosis be over?"

Xia Wen was disdainful.

The moment they turned their heads, the two heads on their necks fell off.
Chapter completed!