The Terror of Song Zhong Going All Out

Although this Six Sects tournament was like a ramshackle troupe, with hardly any ceremony to speak of.

Still, now that they had reached the final match, they needed a referee to call the start.

On the arena, Xie Wenying quickly adjusted her condition, the aura within her rapidly climbing.

Even though Song Zhong had broken through another level, it was not as if she had no chance of fighting him. Besides, no one had ever seen Song Zhong cast a spell.

The Great Elder's claim that Song Zhong's spells were powerful was merely speculation.

As the referee below shouted, "Begin!" Xie Wenying's aura also rose to its peak.

She swung the sharp sword in her hand and fiercely thrust it forward.

For a moment, a startling whistling sound tore through the air.

With that thrust, the air before her seemed to be pierced through and split into two, revealing a clear blank streak.

The azure longsword traced a perfect arc.

Though it was clearly daytime, as the sword fell, it gave the illusion of a full moon streaking through the night.

A round moon even emerged in the air, waves of chill pouring from it.

Her name, Wenying—the Ying was the ying of the moon waxing and waning!

She excelled at swordsmanship, yes, but she had also cultivated Moon Yin Qi.

As this sword descended, vast torrents of Sword Qi surged from the blade.

Waves of soft, yin energy filled the sword shadows.

Faintly, those sword shadows seemed to gather into a full moon once more!

Below the arena, quite a few elders from the various sects nodded to themselves.

"Daoxuan Sect's Moonrise Subduing Demon Art."

"She has perfectly fused swordsmanship and spells!"

"Xie Wenying's talent is truly astonishing!"

At the same time, waves of spiritual energy rapidly burst from