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Lord Frost Pavilion frowned as he glanced at Immortal Lord Qianqing. There was clearly a trace of displeasure in that look. Immortal Lord Juling hurriedly tugged Qianqing back, then said with a hearty laugh, "Qianqing is only worried about her disciple. But with her master here, of course nothing will happen. I also think Feng Yao is quite good!"
Feng Yao had originally looked down on this martial uncle of hers a little. She had not expected him to speak up for her, so she immediately declared with conviction, "Grandmaster! This disciple's grandchild definitely won't let you or Master down!"
"Good!" Frost Pavilion also felt that this child knew how to handle herself, so he looked toward Lord Chen Yue, whose face had darkened, and smiled. "Lord Chen Yue, surely you aren't afraid to accept the challenge?"
"Hmph. You sent a grand-disciple to perform swordplay against my disciple. Beneath Sword Qi, if she can move even half a step, I'll let her be. But if she can't, hurry and send her back. Otherwise, if my hand slips and I fail to stop in time, she might lose her life!" Lord Chen Yue snorted coldly.
Having heard her master say this, Immortal Lord Wanqing did not even bother waiting for Feng Yao's answer. Sword pressure erupted from her body in an instant, and terrifying thunder laws seemed to condense the air into clouds of thunder slurry, making the surrounding immortals draw a heavy breath!
The surrounding immortal lords were already affected to this extent, so one could imagine what Feng Yao at the center of the arena was experiencing. In everyone's eyes, that terrifying pressure had even forced her body down by a fraction. This was precisely the effect of the distorted air!
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