...
The entire plaza fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned by the power and phenomenon of that perfect sword strike, their mouths agape but unable to make a sound.
CLANG—
Yun Qianyue's cold expression remained unchanged, as if that world-shattering sword strike had nothing to do with her.
Sheathing her sword, she turned, her purple robes fluttering. Under the gazes of the disciples—filled with reverence, adoration, and even obsession—she departed gracefully, never having spoken a single word from beginning to end.
Only after her figure vanished at the end of the plaza was the silence broken by a tsunami-like uproar!
"Per... Perfection! Yun Qianyue's Swordsmanship has definitely reached Perfection!"
"No wonder she's firmly at the top of the list. With such Swordsmanship and Cultivation, who among her peers can possibly contend with her?"
Gasps of amazement and fervent discussions rose and fell, and looks of utter, incredulous shock were etched on everyone's faces.
