After learning that Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang had made initial progress in attuning the Mysterious Magnetic Sword Wings and could now use them, Fairy Sword Ji and the others were overjoyed. After all, they had witnessed the power of this sect-protecting treasure. With such a treasure at their disposal, Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang would find the challenges ahead much easier to handle—indeed, victory seemed all but certain.
It made sense. Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang were already incredibly powerful; even mighty cultivators at the Great Perfection level of the Saint God realm were no match for them. Now that they had the Mysterious Magnetic Sword Wings, they were like tigers with wings. No one could possibly stand against them.
"Heh, I bet the people from the Thorn Alliance and the other two great sects have already guessed that Brother Ling can use the Mysterious Magnetic Sword Wings. No wonder their faces look so sour." Xing Zhan let out a strange chuckle, then couldn't help glancing toward the Thorn Alliance and the other two great sects.
Just as Xing Zhan had said, the people from the three great sects looked utterly miserable. That lifted Fairy Sword Ji and the others' spirits, and Mo Yue felt as if she'd finally gotten some payback.
"Next, it's Huan Xin Pavilion's turn to fight. I wonder if they'll choose one-on-one or a team battle," Ling Yu suddenly said, his face full of anticipation. "I hope they choose a team battle—and, preferably, one with five people. Then I'll have a chance to fight too."
Ling Yu had prepared thoroughly for this challenge, but so many battles had already taken place and he still hadn't had a chance to fight. He was rather disappointed, so he very much hoped Huan Xin Pavilion