The match began soon after. As pure sword immortals, they naturally had none of the tricks Zhang Yiran and Ye Xianyuan's team had used earlier. The moment they appeared, both sides collided head-on. The swordsmanship of all six was indeed either dazzling or domineering, and they fought to a standstill, practically locked in one-on-one battles to the death!
I sat outside the arena, yet I could even feel the blood boiling within. One clash of swordsmanship followed another, and the brief sword chants were without the slightest hesitation—swift, precise, and ending in a flash of blood!
"It really is spectacular." I could not help cheering.
Xinyuan Ying replied, "Exactly. Perhaps it's because Big Brother Xia is sitting here that both sides are fighting so desperately. You have to understand, this team from the Heavenly Dao Realm is the sole surviving seed of the former immortals' teams. Even the Dao Alliance was tricked into losing to the Heavenly City team, so they have inherited all the pressure once borne by the former immortals. How could they not fight for their lives? Not to mention the immortals from the southern lands. They come from places starved of resources, and they came to Heavenly City this time with the conviction that they must win."
I nodded and asked, "Do these disciples have some sort of background?"
"While you were receiving the other guests just now, Big Brother Xia, I did some research. I'm afraid you wouldn't guess where they came from." Xinyuan Ying deliberately dangled the answer before me.
After watching for so long, how could I have failed to notice any clues? So I quickly said, "They seem to bear traces of the ancient sword techniques used by my master, but they aren't quite the same. Some of their sword moves are