The sword unleashed by Li Chuyi contained extremely profound sword principles, so much so that in Lin Bai's eyes, this sword had almost touched the tracks of the Dao.
Seated on a high platform, Li Zhengyi saw this scene and exclaimed in admiration, "The pure heart of the swordsmanship... Li Chuyi's potential in the future might even surpass that of Libu Zheng and Lidao Yuan!"
The Grand Elder nodded slightly, glanced a couple more times at Li Chuyi, and smiled, "The strength Li Chuyi has displayed in this martial arts competition certainly makes all our years of nurturing him worthwhile."
The fierce battle continued on the stage.
"Defeat him, Li Chuyi!"
"Go on, Little Sword Saint!"
"Defeat him!"
One after another, the Li Family's Martial Artists shouted angrily at Li Chuyi.
The gazes of Libu Zheng, Lidao Yuan, and others were all focused on the great battle on the martial arts stage.
A sword struck out, and Daoist Intent filled the air.
