This power made Zhu Zhuqing's heart tremble.
At the same time, it filled her with an indescribable curiosity and awe toward the mysterious Lu Ming.
The light of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand dimmed.
She bit her lip and stared at the sky with a complicated expression.
"This is merely one sword belonging to that elusive Lu Ming..."
"One sword possesses such power."
"Then what about he himself..."
"Just how strong is he?"
This question weighed on everyone's heart like a massive boulder.
A mere external object could achieve such terrifying results.
If its true owner were to arrive in person...
This entire continent would likely tremble beneath his feet.
In the sky.
The injured Tang San was still shouting, trying to conceal the fear in his heart with words.
"Qian Renxue! You cheated!"
"That isn't your own power!"
"If you have the guts, throw away that sword and fight me fairly!"
Such impotent rage might have seemed laughable in the past.
But now, it only seemed pathetic.
The strong never made excuses.
Only the weak prayed for so-called fairness.
Qian Renxue looked at Tang San's miserable state, and a faint smile curled across her lips.
There was a trace of contempt in that smile, but even more than that, there was worship and longing for someone.
"Teacher truly is incredible."
"With just one sword, he allowed me to defeat the arrogant Tang San."
She gently stroked the blade of the Taichu Sword, feeling the lingering warmth upon it.
It was her teacher's warmth.
At that moment.
Some of the killing intent in Qian Renxue's eyes faded, replaced by an almost pathological infatuation.
In her mind, the figure dressed in white, possessing an otherworldly temperament, became increasingly clear.
Her teacher was the strongest person on