Especially Gu Qingxuan's sword, so pure it was sublime—every draw, every slash, seemed to cleave through some kind of mist, giving him a deeper, albeit vague, sense of the Martial Dao!
An irrepressible excitement spread from the depths of his heart, even causing his fingertips to tremble slightly.
It was not fear, but a yearning that stemmed from his very martial instinct!
Although at this moment, the gap between him and the figure shining brilliantly on the stage was as wide as the heavens and earth.
But a duel between experts of this caliber ignited an infinite longing in the depths of his heart for a higher Realm and greater strength!
He yearned for the day when he, too, could stand on such a stage and have a thoroughly satisfying battle against such an opponent!
The grand competition came to an end, and the dust settled.
Next was the lecture session, led by Sect Leader Xu Zhouzi, Vice Sect Leader Xie Songnian, and the deans and Elders of the various schools.
