An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Xingyao returned to her peak condition.
Feng Xingyao fixed her gaze on Xuan Qiwu ahead of her. Armor as black as ink covered her from head to toe, making her seem to merge with the night.
Even her eyes were tightly shielded, leaving only a narrow, piercing gaze visible.
She gripped a magnificent Phoenix Halberd, imposing and brimming with dominance, its exquisite craftsmanship matched by the chilling aura it exuded.
Feng Xingyao felt a faint flutter of alarm, but quickly regained her composure.
She thought to herself, I absolutely cannot lose to her in presence!
With that thought, she reached without hesitation into the Storage Ring at her waist and swiftly took out a dazzling suit of red armor.
The armor was fiery crimson from top to bottom and shone with a brilliant light. Exquisite Phoenix Clan patterns were engraved upon it, radiating an unrivaled majesty.
Once Feng Xingyao had donned the armor, her entire bearing underwent an earth-shaking transformation. Her aloof, elegant face became stern and resolute, her gaze sharp as a blade, and a powerful presence radiated from her whole body.
Still, facing Xuan Qiwu with that Phoenix Halberd tightly in her grasp, Feng Xingyao felt somewhat helpless.
After all, swordsmanship had always been her forte. Suddenly switching to another weapon would likely hamper her performance.
Moreover, changing weapons on the eve of battle was as dangerous as cutting off one's own arms. The slightest misstep could plunge her into eternal ruin.
Just then, Feng Xingyao noticed that Xuan Qiwu was in no hurry to attack. Instead, she stood quietly where she was, steady and unmoving as a mountain.
As it turned out, most of those present had yet to finish placing their bets. The mysterious