The air split with streaks of light.
Shuuaaa! Shuuaaa!
Figures descended one after another, their robes embroidered with the golden sun emblem that marked their sect.
The First Prince had finally finished his speech, and the Competition had officially come to an end.
They immediately made their move, rushing through the crowd to warn Elder Wu about the end of competition and arrival of people.
Elder Wu had already given them directions as to where he was, but communication was cut off soon after which confused them.
They soon arrived at the location and saw Bai Zihan, confirming they were in the right place.
Their eyes locked onto the scene before them.
At the center of the cracked and blood-stained ground stood Bai Zihan, calm and composed, sword in hand.
At his feet lay an old man, beaten so badly that his face was a swollen mess of blood and bruises, one arm missing, his robes shredded into tatters.
His body twitched faintly, pinned down by a blade through the shoulder.
