Was that Sword Sect's Sword Intent Spirit Body?
The Speaker watched the sword-bearing figure on the arena, its features blurred beyond recognition, and couldn't help feeling a trace of doubt.
It did look somewhat similar, but something about it felt off. For some reason, he even felt a chill creeping down his back.
The Sword Sect's Observing Envoy this time...
He opened the roster again to check.
Nothing wrong there. It was indeed the Void Return Realm!
Emm...
He, a dignified cultivator of the Profound Penetration Realm, actually couldn't see through the principle behind that figure formed from swordlight?!
Was that reasonable?
He glanced sideways at the First Speaker, only to find him watching the arena too, his gaze fixed on the sword-bearing figure with its blurred features.
...Never mind. He'd ask about it later.
Then he turned his attention to the arena as well.
At that moment, on the arena.
The sword-bearing figure quietly waited for Chen Yuanlin to finish regulating his breath. His battle with the Spirit Transformation Realm puppet had just cost him a great deal of spiritual power.
It took Spirit Transformation cultivators quite a while to recover their spiritual power.
Fortunately, the arena was covered by a grand formation, and Chen Yuanlin had also swallowed a pill. He was soon restored to peak condition.
Rising to his full height, Chen Yuanlin cupped his hands in salute. "Please instruct me!"
"Please."
At that faint reply, the sword-bearing figure suddenly turned into a streak of gray light.
It was nothing like the puppet brute's hammer swing, which had shaken the heavens. There was only a hiss in the air as countless tiny sword-shadows flickered in and out of sight.
The chilling sword intent made Chen Yuanlin's pupils contract sharply, raising goosebumps across his scalp.
His brow, throat,