Saint Yuan raised the Xuanyan Staff in his hand, intending to block this sword.
But at this moment, the brilliant sword glow vanished instantly, and the tip of the Emperor Sword stopped less than an inch from the Xuanyan Staff.
The suddenly dissipated Sword Qi left everyone astonished.
"You lost!" Lin Qian said calmly, sheathing his sword and lifting the Elemental Weapon Armament.
That sword didn't need to be struck down; Lin Qian believed the opponent already understood the difference in their strength.
Saint Yuan stood there stunned, then put away the Xuanyan Staff and sighed lightly, "Indeed, I've lost."
He knew very well that if Lin Qian hadn't shown mercy just now, retracting his sword at the last moment.
He would be either dead or severely injured.
And no matter the outcome, he was undeniably defeated.
The elders of the tribes watching were already in shock.
They were well aware of Saint Yuan's strength, being the strongest among them.
