Bang! Bang bang bang!
After being tempered by my swordplay, Yuwen Wei's swordsmanship still struggled to break free from my influence, but the embryonic form of a style truly her own was already something no immortal cultivator could withstand. When her opponent's swordsmanship collided with it, the sword immediately let out a mournful cry, while the sword intent pressed down until her opponent could barely breathe.
Like a violent storm of rain, the Heavenly Swords hammered down. Even a seasoned sword immortal had no way to withstand the wild charge of that sword intent. The outcome was obvious. Even the strongest expert in the realm had been unable to resist that steel torrent. In the end, the Heavenly Sword shattered its shackles and emerged into the world.
Linghu Ying decisively flew down from the balcony without the slightest hesitation. This move had made it perfectly clear that she was a sword immortal, and the other grand elders had naturally been startled by the scene as well. One after another, they followed close behind her into the arena.
"Little girl, what's your name?" Linghu Ying asked with a beaming smile as she looked at Yuwen Wei. Her love for talent was practically overflowing.
"Reporting to Vice Sect Master, this disciple is Yuwen Wei." Yuwen Wei answered honestly, her face still timid.
"Oh? Yuwen Wei?" Seeing me standing nearby, Linghu Ying naturally turned her gaze toward me. The "Yun" in "Yuwen" was pronounced the same as the "yun" in clouds, and the resemblance between their brows made it difficult for her not to think of the connection.
It was actually no wonder that no one else knew Yuwen Wei. My radiance was my own, while Yuwen Wei was more like a shadow, so in the end, I had covered up everyone's excellence.