The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect gritted his teeth and said to a young disciple, "Next battle, Bai Minglu, you're up!"
"Okay." Bai Minglu nodded.
He looked at the disciples of Misty Sect, his gaze settling on Huo Yunjie, guessing that he was likely the one he would be facing.
"The Sect Leader really has too much free time on his hands, making me participate in this kind of sparring, but, getting another chance to battle the disciples of the Misty Sect does excite me!"
With that thought in mind, Bai Minglu leapt onto the stage.
The aura of a peak ninth-level Qi Refinement swept out instantaneously, like a whirlwind engulfing everything nearby, even causing the trees outside the arena to sway.
But then, a dazzling sword light flashed by.
Bai Minglu didn't even have time to draw his sword before he was slashed away, hanging on a tree with his body aching all over, spitting out foam from his mouth.
On the stage.
Mo Ying sheathed her sword and stepped off the stage calmly.
