Zhao Xuan's actions made the grand elder's aged face twitch with anger. But once both sides had signed the life-and-death agreement, he could hardly object.
At the signal to begin, the two swordsmen crossed blades. Zhao Xuan's opponent truly possessed exceptional swordsmanship, and within a few exchanges, he had Zhao Xuan firmly pinned down.
Zhao Xuan had no strength to fight back and could only scramble desperately to block and evade. Judging by the way things were going, his defeat seemed certain.
Just as everyone thought Zhao Xuan was about to lose, his gaze suddenly sharpened, as though he had unleashed a mysterious power within his body in an instant.
That power surged through him like a raging tide, abruptly transforming his aura. He no longer merely defended himself; the sword in his hand began to shine with a strange light.
His figure flickered, weaving like a phantom through his opponent's sword shadows. The swordsman who had been suppressing him now struggled to keep pace.
Seizing his chance, Zhao Xuan let out a fierce shout and thrust his sword toward the swordsman's throat like a bolt of lightning.
The swordsman's face blanched. He hurriedly leaned back to dodge, but Zhao Xuan's sword still sliced through his clothes.
The situation reversed in an instant. Zhao Xuan launched an all-out counterattack, his sword moves viciously sharp and every strike lethal. He forced the swordsman back step by step, cold sweat pouring down his opponent's forehead.
The Sect disciples could not understand what was happening, and the people around them stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Only the experts present could tell that Zhao Xuan was fighting with reckless desperation. Once the swordsman recovered his footing, Zhao Xuan would surely die.
Sure enough, how could Zhao Xuan's desperate fighting style outmatch a swordsman seasoned by