By the time Wang Chong reached Mount Hua, seven or eight hundred of Mount Hua's tokens had already been taken. Panic rose in his heart. Taking Zhu Ying with him, he turned back toward Wutai Mountain without pausing for an instant.
To save magical power, he even dismissed his invisibility spell. Zhu Ying's sword-light was too slow, so Wang Chong simply gathered her into his arms and drove his sword at full force.
Under Wang Chong's command, the Crimson Lightning Sword transformed into a sky-shaking scarlet rainbow. Faint lightning and firelight burst from it, carrying the muted rumble of thunder. Its imposing momentum was not the least bit inferior to Ye Xuan's and the others'.
Several hours later, the sky gradually darkened. From afar, Wang Chong saw dozens of elders high above Wutai Mountain, each casting spells that emitted boundless radiance. His spirits immediately rose, and he rode his sword into the brilliant halo powered by Ancestor Dao Shan's magic.
At the sight of that sword-light, Ancestor Dao Shan was greatly astonished. He cried, "Why isn't it Ye Xuan and my two disciples returning?"
All the elders fell silent. Someone also shouted, "It isn't my disciple either. Who is this person? Why is his sword-light unfamiliar?"
These elders of the Five-Terrace Sect had long remained on Wutai Mountain. How could they not know the outstanding young talents of every branch?
Before this sword contest, everyone had already made their estimates. Which ones should rank among the best? Which ones had hopes of fighting for the lead?
But Wang Chong and Zhu Ying had not trained at Wutai Mountain and were not very familiar with the people of its various branches. Likewise, the branch elders did not know them well.
Thus, from Ancestor Dao Shan on down, not a single person