Clang!
Two swords collided.
A sharp metallic cry echoed throughout the arena.
The next instant—
Both figures vanished.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword lights erupted across the arena as Bai Xueqing and Chu Ziyan exchanged blows at astonishing speed.
To ordinary disciples, the two had already become little more than blurs.
One moment they appeared on the eastern side of the arena.
Next, they were already clashing in the west.
Their movements were fluid and elegant.
Many disciples couldn't even keep up with their speed.
Yet everyone could tell that neither of them was fighting seriously.
No technique had been unleashed.
This was merely a warm-up.
A simple exchange to gauge one another's current strength.
Even so, the spectators could not help but feel shocked.
"So fast!"
"They're stronger than before!"
"Much stronger!"
…
Discussions immediately erupted.
Many of the disciples present had witnessed them fighting against the Demonic Forces.
