The dense wave of Primordial Qi finally dissipated. Wen Qingye stood a short distance away, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watched Yann Xiangyang.
Yann Xiangyang gritted her teeth. Staring at Wen Qingye in disbelief, she demanded, "You weren't injured yesterday?"
"No," Wen Qingye replied with a faint smile.
Yann Xiangyang nodded. She sneered, "Good. It's even better that you're not injured. Today, I'll show you what a Heaven's Chosen is, and what true strength looks like."
As Yann Xiangyang spoke, the sword in her hand began to tremble, its entire body erupting in a dazzling red glow. The crowd could feel an intensely scorching heat slowly radiating from the blade.
Waves of scorching heat washed over the onlookers. The faces of many with lower cultivation paled, and for a moment, they found it hard to breathe.
"Flaming Dragon Roar!"
