Ten Thousand Swords Art

The moment this thought surfaced, Ye Yun was so startled that he immediately rose to his feet and began searching for Ling Chen and He Yue.

After taking only a few steps, he saw an arena in the distance and finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Below that arena, disciples from the various great sects had gathered to watch the battle.

Ling Chen and He Yue were among them as well.

Seeing this, Ye Yun could not help but reveal a smile that was both amused and helpless as he hurried toward the arena.

As he drew closer and closer, the two people fighting atop the arena came into view.

They were Xiang Wentian, the chief disciple of their Purple Extreme Sect, and Li Qinglian, the chief disciple of the Great White Sword Sect.

At that moment, the battle between the two had already reached a white-hot stage.

Li Qinglian held a treasured sword, unleashing one profound sword technique after another as he attacked Xiang Wentian at lightning speed.

Throughout this, the power of heaven and earth around the arena frantically gathered upon Li Qinglian's blade, making his attacks even more powerful.

Every movement he made fully embodied what a swordsman was. Sharp Sword Qi surged across the arena, making him seem like a sword immortal descended into the mortal world.

Xiang Wentian, on the other hand, fought in a style entirely different from Li Qinglian's.

As he moved, he blocked Li Qinglian's attacks while also throwing punch after punch at him.

Every punch he swung carried a vast, majestic force, crushing down toward Li Qinglian.

Like an iron-blooded general long seasoned on the battlefield, every gesture of his carried immense might.

Watching such an intense battle, Ye Yun was inwardly shocked.

The title of two of the Great