Xiao Manxue held an ancient Huaxia sword, dressed in an icy silkworm silk long gown, her figure tall and slender, her appearance stunningly beautiful, with a faint smile on her face, she slowly walked out from the crowd.
With Xiao Manxue's appearance, discussions rose and quickly fell silent. She was like a gentle breeze from the Immortal World, making people feel mysterious, enchanted, and full of fantasy.
Her opponent was a blond man named Feldon. Logically, encountering a master like Xiao Manxue should scare him, just like the match earlier.
But Feldon stood tall and proud, with a look of reverence in his eyes. Just when everyone thought he was about to say something earth-shattering, Feldon suddenly knelt on one knee, holding his sword with both hands up to Xiao Manxue.
This gesture caused a stir. Kneeling on one knee could signify submission or admiration, perhaps Feldon meant both. Offering his weapon in such a manner left people uncertain of his true intentions.
