A single sword pierced through Yuan Hao's brow, extinguishing the passion and momentum of three hundred thousand people.
Yuan Hao glared at Gao Xuan, but the other had his eyes closed, revealing no emotions.
Yet Yuan Hao was immensely shocked and terrified, feeling an endless darkness rapidly consuming him.
He was unwilling to die like this, but he couldn't express any emotion, nor utter a word.
In the end, Yuan Hao could only grudgingly grip the Hongyi Sword with both hands, his knees buckling as he knelt before Gao Xuan. Then, his pupils dilated rapidly, and he lost his breath.
Kneeling at Gao Xuan's feet, Yuan Hao, hands supporting the sword, showed a face full of reluctance and shock.
Gao Xuan, however, remained calm, showing neither joy nor surprise.
This scene, like an exquisite movie frame, was deeply imprinted on the eyes of all spectators and etched in their hearts.
