Great Dao Three Thousand Hidden Light Primordial Talisman Sword Classic
[Under the radiance of sword light filling the arena, it slowly faded away, followed by a clear, ringing sword chime.]
[The azure blade slowly returned to its sheath.]
[As the dust gradually dispersed, the thirty-foot black python could be seen severed into three pieces. Its dark scales curled and flipped as it still twitched, its scarlet forked tongue feebly flickering as it spat out wisps of ghastly white chill.]
[The Thunder Eagle crashed to the ground with broken wings, half of its golden wing severed at the root. Feathers scattered like rain as intermittent mournful cries came from its throat.]
[Though Cang Song was shielded behind the Mountain Kui's scar-riddled body, his black robes were already soaked through with cold sweat. His pupils trembled violently, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.]
[The heaven-and-earth essence was still restlessly surging, flowing like tides around Feng Qingge's sword sheath.]
[The sentient longsword sensed its master's battle intent and let out a clear, resonant hum from within the sheath, like a dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry.]
[It seemed she was about to draw her sword again!]
[The presiding elder was already prepared to intervene.]
[Cang Song's three main battle spirit beasts had suffered a crushing defeat. If this continued, there was only one road left: defeat.]
[Cang Song stared blankly at the black serpent on the ground, then silently lowered his head. "I lost."]
[Only then did the surging essence on the arena gradually disperse.]
[The red-haired girl's voice came over. "Senior Brother, you let me win."]
[Tian Ru, who was watching from the side, was naturally beaming with delight.]
[Chu Qiu of Dragon Scale Peak looked at the black python's remains in the arena and shook his head with a sigh.