tly: "If I were a commoner, what would you be""A bunch of idle, pain-in-the-ass pests""Or perhaps Old Eight with three tongues""Still a nine-eared, long-legged woman"Han Sanqian's smile was faint, his...The Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the courtyard where Su Xin resides.

Wow!

Blades of light flashed as Su Xin practiced swordsmanship alone.

"Shadowed!" "Dream fragments!" "Dawn breaks!" "Ephemeral bloom!" "Snowy expanse!" "Path to the underworld!"

Each move follows seamlessly from the last.

"No, that's not right."

Su Xin quickly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He had mastered the Flying Blood Sword Art long ago, and his proficiency was extremely high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it peerless. He could perform each of the six forms in this technique almost perfectly, bringing out the full power of each move.

It was like this before.

However, at this moment, as he wielded this sword technique again, it felt completely different.

It's not because of the proficiency in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship itself... the end, no one could say for sure who would make it into the top ten. The report was just a rough estimate of their strength level.But among these talented individuals who are qualified to challenge...