With this thrust, the lightning at the spear tip transformed into countless golden blades; Thunder Strikes Eight Directions instantly became Ten Thousand Blade Slash. Long Yunxiang's rapid shift in sword techniques had already drawn secret amazement, but Long Yi's transformation of divine abilities was truly awe-inspiring. What was more, Long Yunxiang cultivated one technique, while Long Yi cultivated two. Such a transformation was even more difficult.
At a single touch, the long spear cleaved Long Yunxiang's sword light in two. Yan Chihuo thought to himself, Impressive! Long Yunxiang's current sword technique was primarily water-aligned, emphasizing utmost softness and resilience. Let alone being severed, it should not even have been easily damaged—yet Long Yi's spear had cut straight through it.
Seeing this, Yan Chihuo understood Long Yi's path of cultivation. He focused on body cultivation while also cultivating two techniques, using divine abilities to support his spear arts. Though this method was formidable, the hardships within it were beyond outsiders' understanding. Yan Chihuo could not help but feel considerable admiration for him.
Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm. Long Yunxiang had fallen to the ground, while Long Yi's spear pointed vaguely toward her, several golden Flying Blades poised beneath her neck. Long Yunxiang had never imagined herself so close to death. Her large eyes were panicked and unfocused, until she finally realized that this was merely the selection of Heavenly Wind Cultivators. Having won so easily, Long Yi would not kill her.
She steadied herself, rose to her feet, and said softly, "Thank you, Cousin, for showing mercy!" Then, flushed with shame and embarrassment, she stepped down from the arena.
Just then, a thunderous boom sounded. Yan Chihuo turned toward it and saw Long Xing on the second arena, flames blazing over his entire body as fireballs churned before him. He