On the third day, the trial of the Thirty-Three Layers of Sword Dao was about to begin.
The entire Wuyang Sword Sect bustled with activity, and the figures of the disciples rushed straight to the Main Peak.
Upon arriving at the Main Peak, they looked at the disciples emerging from the crowd with expressions of envy.
"Brother Chen, last time he was just a bit short of passing the Thirty-Three Layers of Sword Dao. I wonder if he can make it this time."
"There shouldn't be a problem. His strength is undeniable."
"Brother Zhou also went. Last time he made it halfway, so I guess he won't exceed much this time."
"They are all geniuses; we can't compare to them."
They gazed at those departing figures in astonishment.
They also longed to tackle the Thirty-Three Layers of Sword Dao set by the Wuyang Sword Sect Ancestor, for merely having the eligibility to choose
represented being a genius.
Yet they lacked the qualification; they were not geniuses.
