BOOM!
A thunderous shockwave erupted as Chu Ziyan's sword clashed against Li Xuan's spear, sparks flying across the battlefield.
Her blade vibrated with thunder-aspect spiritual Qi, arcs of lightning dancing along the edge as she pressed forward, refusing to back down.
"You've improved," Li Xuan admitted with a smirk, blocking her next slash.
"But you're still not enough!"
"..."
Chu Ziyan didn't say anything and just focused on fighting with Li Xuan.
A few meters away, Bai Xueqing moved like a ghost through the chaos—cold, sharp, and merciless.
Her mastery of Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword Technique was almost on par with Bai Zihan.
Zhao Yue's fan fluttered, unleashing blades of wind. But Xueqing's icy sword cut through them like paper, her movements precise and flawless.
"This again?"
Zhao Yue snapped, blood trickling from her cheek.
"Bai Xueqing, don't think your tricks will work again."
"You lost last time," Bai Xueqing replied flatly. "You'll lose again!"
