The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect could only see crimson lights flickering in the otherwise blue sky.
Even the strongest among them, those who had reached the peak of the Blood Refinement realm, could not take a peek at the fight between Liora and the Masters, much less participate.
They could only judge the outcome of the fight based on the terrified screams of the Elders, causing their faces to slowly turn grim.
On the other hand, Liora did not care about what these weaklings were thinking.
Only a few seconds after the fight started, she gently descended from the sky, landing on the platform made out of the mountain's peak.
With a faint, almost inaudible click, the saber returned to its sheath, while her feet landed on the flat surface.
Not much had changed compared to before.
Although the bloody rain had made the mountain look grim and terrifying, not a single drop of it had fallen on Liora.
