Senior Brother Qiao was stunned.
The two people opposite were also stunned.
This was not a victory gained through trickery, but a head-to-head, hard-fought battle.
Two senior disciples from the Xuanyang Sect had joined forces, yet she had forcefully broken through them head-on.
What else was there to say? This was sheer overpowerment, with no excuses to be made.
The sword light leaped back into Lu Mingshu's hand. She said indifferently, "Gentlemen, do you wish to continue?"
The man's face turned shades of green and white. Although he knew that the top talents from those great sects were much stronger than his own, he considered himself an elite among his peers. He had not expected to lose so embarrassingly when it was two against one.
"Sister?" the woman called out tentatively, a hint of anxiety in her voice.
