The terrain from the Hidden Qilin Cloud Grotto to the central region was not complicated.
After passing through a small gorge, Song Yan barely managed to step inside the restriction just as he was on the verge of elimination.
"Phew-"
That was close.
Looking at the token in his hand and the tiny glimmer of Spiritual Power left in it, Song Yan felt a wave of lingering fear.
I almost got knocked out early. That would have been a huge loss.
Once he returned inside the restriction, the Spiritual Power in the spirit marks would slowly recover.
However, nearly half the Sword-Wiping Assembly's allotted time had already passed, and his spirit marks still had only five layers.
I need to pick up the pace.
"Just right..."
Song Yan hung the token back at his waist.
There were three people on the cliff before him.
His Divine Sense, which far surpassed that of ordinary people, had long since ascertained everything relevant about the three.
Their current positions, their possible movements, and their strength.
"Qi Refining eighth layer, and two at the Qi Refining seventh layer."
In truth, Song Yan still had doubts about his assessment of his own strength.
After all, he had only encountered genuinely capable opponents at his own cultivation level a handful of times.
He had no way to make a reasonably sound judgment.
By his own estimate, he might not have been too far from an ordinary cultivator at the ninth layer of Qi Refining.
With everything he had, taking down these three nobodies before him should pose no problem.
After all... greater numbers did not mean perfect coordination or seamless counters.
Under an exceptionally fierce sword assault, one against many could often be dismantled into countless one-on-one exchanges.
And since Song Yan had never stopped circulating