Clang——
A chilling, radiant longsword flew in from outside the mountain, piercing the ground in front of Jiang Fan.
Then, a figure draped in a purple gown, exuding celestial grace, flew towards him. It was Qin Ling'er with a cold, dark demeanor, stepping on the sword hilt, looking down at Jiang Fan.
"You still came." Qin Ling'er's eyes were devoid of emotion.
Jiang Fan slowly gripped the sword hilt and said calmly, "I've waited three years for this day."
Qin Ling'er slightly closed her eyes, and after a moment, suddenly opened them, her gaze cold:
"Alright! Let me see what a waste from back then has become now!"
The two sides engaged in fierce battle.
Sword Qi swept across all directions, yellow dust filled the sky.
"Ancient Moon Illuminates the River!"
"Shocking Dragon Soars Skyward!"
"Ten Directions Cloud Step!"
...
The fierce battle between them ranged from the ground to the sky, from one corner of the plaza to another, with neither gaining the upper hand.
