Su Jiu had never imagined that she would one day stand in the same arena as Qin Ming. Thinking back to her previous life, she had apparently still been struggling at the great perfection of Qi Refining at this point, so she had missed this sect tournament-and the chance to meet him.
The young man and young woman on the platform bowed to each other and exchanged smiles, officially raising the curtain on the final match of the sect tournament.
Qin Ming had meant it when he said he would not hold back. He formed a hand seal, and the Azure Cloud Sword behind him instantly became seven swords, forming a sword array in midair that shot toward Su Jiu.
Su Jiu seemed prepared. She rolled backward twice in succession, already condensing several ice spikes in her hands as she moved. The moment she landed, she sent them flying toward Qin Ming.
Naturally, Qin Ming did not stand there waiting for her ice spikes to hit him. He darted aside, gripped the Azure Cloud Sword with both hands, and unleashed a purple sword gleam.
Su Jiu had long wanted to test Qin Ming's sword intent. This blast of sword qi came at just the right moment. Rather than dodge, she slashed out an icy-blue sword gleam directly at it.
The two blasts of sword qi collided, making the entire arena platform teeter on the brink of collapse. At their point of contact, cracks spread across the center of the platform in a radiating spiderweb, breaking it apart from within.
This clash of sword qi tested their respective control over sword intent.
A trickle of blood escaped the corner of Su Jiu's mouth. Clearly, she had come off worse in this contest of sword intent.
*As expected of Qin Ming. As