At the Boundless Sword Feast, the Sword Venerable had withdrawn from battle, winning half an hour and giving Ning Chen a chance to heal.
On the main seat, the three Pavilion Masters of the Sword Pavilion waited quietly. To the right, Shui Wuyue, who was about to take the field, still showed no change of expression, her coldness making others afraid to meet her gaze.
Below, the sword masters also waited in silence. Having watched several battles in succession, they were somewhat weary as well. More importantly, the next battle would be the final one. They hoped to see an evenly matched fight, not a one-sided suppression.
The Second Pavilion Master's strength had already been displayed in the first round. Before that crushing power, there was almost no hope of victory for anyone below the Fourth Realm.
As for the Ninth Son of Ink Sect, every time he acted, he brought them fresh astonishment. Yet his next opponent was the Second Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion. Whether he could continue his miracles, no one knew.
Half an hour quickly passed. When the time came, Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes before his seat. The True Qi surging around him gradually calmed and withdrew into his body.
"Don't lose."
Mu Changge spoke, then stepped toward the seats.
To the right of the main seat, Shui Wuyue, who had remained silent all this time, rose. In an instant, everyone present involuntarily turned to look.
She was here!
The crowd's expressions grew solemn. The final contest for the foremost seat among swordsmen was finally about to begin.
Step by step, Shui Wuyue descended from the high platform, calm yet indifferent. The Second Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion, the supreme sword master who had surpassed the peak, would reveal her peerless art