This battle held far too many uncertainties and points of interest. One was the Heaven-Severing Sword Venerable's personal disciple; the other was the stunning woman who had made a name for herself before the Enlightenment Stele. Their collision had driven everyone's expectations to the peak.
On the arena stage, the air between them seemed to have frozen solid. Even the sound of the wind fell silent beneath that invisible confrontation.
Li Bufan stood below the stage, his gaze locked tightly onto Lin Zhiyan. His fingers curled slightly. Though he knew Lin Zhiyan's strength was far from as simple as it appeared, facing an opponent who was the personal disciple of a Sky Sword Sect Sword Venerable still made it impossible for him to fully set his mind at ease.
Meng Zhao stood on the other side of the stage, his expression calm and composed. The longsword in his hand pointed faintly toward the ground, its blade flowing with a barely perceptible layer of azure light.
He looked at Lin Zhiyan and slowly said, "As expected, you have comprehended a Sword Domain as well. With your attainments in the sword, you should not be an unknown figure."
The Ice Ling Sword in Lin Zhiyan's hand rose lightly, its tip pointing straight at Meng Zhao. "After I defeat you, I will be known."
Meng Zhao's brow lifted slightly. "Arrogant."
Before his words had faded, he had already moved.
"Wind Spirit Sword Technique, Wind Moves Through the Nine Heavens."
Meng Zhao's longsword transformed into an azure afterimage in an instant, sweeping toward Lin Zhiyan amid howling gale-force winds.
That gale contained an exceptionally pure intent of wind. Every current of air was like a razor-sharp blade, carving fine cracks through the air and shrouding the entire arena stage in a violent roar of