The fighting on the platform remained fierce, while everyone below harbored their own private thoughts.
For those who did not understand the Aura-Reading Art, this competition probably tested more than their strength. It tested their brains as well.
But by then, Su Jiu no longer had much attention to spare for anyone else.
It was her turn to take the stage.
The sun had gradually sunk toward the west, its lingering light stretching the shadows of the two figures on the platform. Su Jiu stood tall and straight, one hand behind her back and the other holding her sword. A faint sheen shone in her exquisitely beautiful peach blossom eyes, and her features looked as though they had been painstakingly carved by a divine craftsman. An innate chill suffused her entire being, making her seem like an immortal descended from the highest heavens, to be admired from afar but never approached with irreverence.
The lingering glow of dusk seemed especially partial to Su Jiu. That warm yellow light did little to reveal its beauty when it fell upon others, yet on her, it became something altogether different. It made her already exquisite features even more striking, as though she were born to shine.
Such was Su Jiu's allure. Even standing there casually, she could become the most eye-catching presence.
Many cultivators who had reached the nascent soul realm had long since ceased to care much about appearances, but that did not stop them from admiring this gift from heaven.
Those below the platform who lacked composure were even left somewhat entranced.
Even Chu Luohen's gaze grew profoundly deep.
Zhang Bingchun marveled at Su Jiu's features as well, but he still remembered that he was standing in the arena.
The two raised their hands almost simultaneously.
With her sword in her