Above Wutai Mountain, sword lights chased one another through the sky. Before long, they had vanished into the distance, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
Ancestor Dao Shan sat cross-legged in midair. As the one presiding over this sword contest, he naturally could not leave.
Ancestor Tuo Tuo released a fire dragon and rode astride it. It was the Five-Terrace Sect's most orthodox Twenty-Seven Fire Dragon Method.
The elders of the other four generations also displayed their own methods, leaving forms suspended in the void. Some released magical treasures; others merged body and sword, their sword lights solidifying in the air. Some dominated through sorcery, unleashing profound spells. For a time, all manner of brilliant colors bloomed above Wutai Mountain, like fireworks in broad daylight or shooting stars streaking across the sky, their splendor altogether different from that of the disciples riding their swords.
Zhu Ying's sword light joined with Wang Chong's into a single streak. Looking at the dazzling sword lights and the faint gleam of a few magical treasures behind them, she increasingly felt that Wang Chong had some problem with his understanding of "clumsy birds."
The Crimson Lightning Sword came from the Dragon Palace and was already an exceptional treasure by nature. Wang Chong had refined a Qian-Li Fire Serpent into it, bringing about a transformation as though it had shed its bones and changed its marrow.
What was more, Wang Chong had received Ancestor Tuo Tuo's personal teachings and mastered the Fire Dragon Sword Technique. Combined together, the speed of his sword flight was nearly without rival among the Five-Terrace Sect's younger disciples.
Ye Xuan and Ancestor Dao Shan's two disciples, Ba Run and Huang Zhong, all intended to show off and make a display of holiness before others. They only cared about flying higher and