Clang!
Accompanied by a violent crash.
The Judge's pen in Shang Wen Dong's hand collided fiercely with Feng Guoguo's broadsword, sparking a blinding flare.
The two stepped back a few paces simultaneously.
However, Shang Wen Dong felt a tightness in his chest, almost spewing a mouthful of blood.
Although Feng Guoguo's face also looked unsightly, it was much better than Shang Wen Dong's.
Shang Wen Dong had not yet risen to a top-tier expert. Although he had the Judge's pen, he was somewhat powerless in contending with Feng Guoguo, a true first-rate expert.
In that brief moment, Tan Lang had already struck the woman surnamed Jiang in the chest with a single slash,
leaving a clear bloodstain between her breasts.
"Damn it!" The woman surnamed Jiang seemed to realize she was nearly exposed, swiftly retreated two steps, endured the pain, and quickly tore a piece of cloth to bind her clothes.
She didn't expect Tan Lang to be so formidable, her eyes filled with dread.
