"Here they come! The disciples from Tianxuan Peak have all arrived. Now we've got a good show to watch!"
As the teeming crowd surged forward like a tide, the onlookers' eyes lit up with excitement, eager for the drama to unfold. Ning Feifan grew a little nervous, his palms sweating as he gripped the flagpole. Su Han, however, was perfectly calm, showing not a hint of fear.
"Are you Su Han?" A man in white robes was the first to fly out from the group. He held a feather fan, carrying himself with an elegant demeanor. He was at the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Human Realm—a full realm higher than Su Han—and anyone who could enter the Seven Stars Sect was undoubtedly a prodigy.
"Draw Sword Slash!"
Su Han wasted no words. Gripping his Black Blade, he slashed out directly.
The white-robed man's expression flickered as he felt the terrifying power of the attack, but he was no pushover.
"Mysterious Rank High-Level Martial Technique: Wind Spiral Slash!"
