"Seems quite ordinary?"
This remark seemed to instantly hit Yun Zhonghe's Achilles' heel.
The Blue Sword in Yun Zhonghe's hand trembled lightly.
His gaze fell upon Nan Lingsha.
After sizing her up for a moment, he coldly said, "I've heard about you, the painter Nan Lingsha. However, do you really think that a slight victory over Zi Miaozhu means you can defeat all the disciples of the Sword Sect?"
"If it were me dealing with this rabble, one move would suffice." Nan Lingsha glanced at the Qi Clan descendants and Huang Sect disciples on Chaotic Stone Hill who were in a sorry state.
The battered Qi Clan and Huang Sect's descendants struggled to their feet and were slipping away in defeat when they heard Nan Lingsha's words; they slipped once more, tumbling back into the stones...
Especially the Qi Clan disciples, who were also sword cultivators, couldn't help the tears from falling.
