The great sword returned to Iron Sword Venerable's hand. Not understanding why, Iron Sword Venerable looked at Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng merely smiled, took three steps back, and said, "Let me tell you what it lacks."
At those words, Iron Sword Venerable's expression instantly turned solemn. He gripped his iron sword tightly and held it before himself, ready to strike at any moment.
Although the others did not understand what was happening, the sight only made them look forward to what came next even more.
"Sometimes, there's no need to make things so complicated. One sword is enough to decide life and death. But that is also extremely dangerous. If that one sword fails, you die."
Xiao Heng spoke softly, but his aura suddenly changed. An incomparably sharp presence seemed to emerge from him. It could not be seen with the naked eye, yet everyone seemed to sense Xiao Heng's transformation.
"That kid was holding back just now." Old Yao spoke calmly as he watched Xiao Heng's sudden change, his gaze fixed on the sword in Xiao Heng's hand.
"Keep watching!" Venerable Wind said blandly, though anticipation could not help appearing in his eyes.
Standing in the arena, Xiao Heng felt a light breeze brush past him. It was impossible to tell whether he had summoned the wind or whether it had simply arrived at that moment.
"What I've learned is ordinary. I can only do it within three steps, but... be careful...!"
Heavenly Flame Venerable nodded gravely, gripping the Great Sword in his hand as he prepared to receive the strike.
The next instant, the white-clad figure suddenly moved. A streak of white flashed before Iron Sword Venerable, and he raised his Great Sword to block it.
The longsword swept past, and the sword held before Iron Sword Venerable