Ren Yingying looked at Ji Shu, waves rising in her heart. Why had she not met someone so peerlessly gifted sooner? If she had met him earlier, then she...
"The victor, Ji Shu of the Mount Hua Sect!"
Daoist Master Chongxu of the Wudang Sect announced.
Ren Yingying steadied herself and halted her thoughts. Looking closely, she saw that an elder of the Mount Tai Sect had been knocked off the arena.
She recognized him. He was Yu Panzi, Yu Jizi's junior brother. His cultivation was far from weak, yet he had not even been able to withstand a single move!
Ren Yingying's almond-shaped eyes gleamed, and the surging tides in her heart grew fiercer.
"The victor, Ji Shu of the Mount Hua Sect!"
"The victor, Ji Shu of the Mount Hua Sect!"
The voices of Daoist Master Chongxu of the Wudang Sect and Master Fangzheng of Shaolin Temple alternated.
The only thing that never changed was that Ji Shu remained the victor!
The cheers of Yue Lingshan, Lu Dayou, Shi Daizi, and the others from the Mount Hua Sect never stopped! From time to time, they rang in the ears of Ren Yingying, Yu Canghai, and the rest.
Yu Canghai's gaze was sinister, his pupils narrowing as he stroked his beard and pondered, "The Mount Hua Sect actually produced such a terrifying master of the sword. No wonder Yue Buqun dared to openly disregard my Qingcheng Sect and take Lin Pingzhi as his disciple. Hmph! Let you strut for a few more days. Once you descend the mountain, your day of death will come!"
At this moment, Yu Canghai even had reason to suspect that what Ji Shu cultivated was the Lin Family's Evil Warding Sword Manual! Otherwise, how could he have attained such horrifying cultivation in barely