452 The boy and girl that were buried together (1/2)
Dawn slashed out the strike that contained the power of her Sword Soul.
The strike did not seem to have a name. It appeared to be the most normal of slashes, but the power produced from that strike struck fear into the deepest depths of one's soul!
The azure blue sky was instantly overwhelmed by white light.
Shi Xiaobai took a step forward as his black eyes shimmered an austere killing intent. With a roar, he slashed at that boundless whiteness.
”Excalibur!”
This strike was Shi Xiaobai's full strength. It was meant for victory, leaving no room for escape!
This was the final strike.
This strike was Excalibur!
The gigantic golden sword phantom came crashing down on the whiteness of space. With a bang, the world lost all sounds to it. Golden and white light mixed in the sky like interspersing clouds or crashing waves. They rolled and boiled over, like burning flower buds.
There was no other scene or color other than gold and white. It was as if the entire world was filled with the resplendent goldenness and blank whiteness.
The thirty-thousand-strong spectators, Speechless and company fell into a speechless daze. They could not hear any sounds or see anything. They could not even say a word. All they could do was remain in silence and wait with bated breaths.
They were waiting for the moment the energies of the two strikes dispersed.
They were waiting for the moment the outcome surfaced.
They were waiting to see who won.
...
”Who won?”
It was unknown who was the first to produce such a sound. The silence in the world was finally broken, and time that seemed to freeze over finally began spinning once again.
The interspersed gold and white light dispersed like the clouds. The energies that left the hearts of people palpitating gradually faded to show the world's outlines. Everyone finally managed to see the scene in front of them.
There were people panting, while there were others who were holding their breaths. Some gulped a mouthful of saliva, while others gaped their mouths. Some widened their eyes while others trembled all over...
However, the thirty-thousand-strong audience all cast their eyes at the spot where the gold and white light was richest.
it was the spot where the black-haired boy and blond girl stood.
Who was the one who won?
In the gradually fading light, a figure slowly appeared.
A lone figure that was left in between the heavens and earth!
It meant that one of them had been pulverized by the clash of swords and had his or her existence wiped clean.
Then, whose figure did that belong to?
The black-haired boy?
Or was it the blond girl?
Who won?
Who died?