"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, you flatter me. That junior of yours is quite good as well, though her hand was a little too heavy."
Wang Changsheng said politely as the two sides exchanged compliments.
Following Wang Changsheng's gaze, on one Arena, Ouyang Yuerong was enveloped in Crimson Flame, and more than half the Arena had turned into a sea of fire.
Before long, the flames dispersed. A young female cultivator with barely any clothing left lay in a steaming, enormous crater, her aura weak and fading.
"I do not see it that way. Blades and swords have no eyes; if one holds back, would that not give the opponent an opportunity? They may say to stop at the proper point, but accidental slips are unavoidable."
Zhang Wuchen said unconcernedly.
Wang Changsheng smiled faintly and did not argue.
On another Arena, an Azure Skirt Girl with delicate features controlled nine Azure Flying Swords, unleashing a dense barrage of Azure Sword Qi at Zhang Hongwu.
Zhang Hongwu remained calm. With a flick of her jade-like hand, a small and exquisite azure bell appeared in her palm.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three chimes rang out, and rings of visible Azure Sound Wave swept forth. Every strand of Azure Sword Qi that touched the Azure Sound Wave scattered and vanished, like snow melting beneath the spring sun.
The Azure Skirt Girl frowned and was about to take other action when a giant fireball the size of a house came crashing toward her from across the Arena.
She gave a cold snort and flicked her wrist. A great swath of Azure Sword Qi shot out, slicing the giant fireball to pieces as flames scattered in all directions.
A flash of green light appeared above her head, and a massive azure bell materialized. With a gentle sway, it