"I'll go first."
A Nascent Soul stage martial cultivator unsheathed his sword, taking the initiative to strike.
Lin Qingluo, elegant and composed, spun her sword half a circle in her wrist, her body flashing, fast as lightning, aiming for the center of his forehead.
The tip of the sword gleamed brightly; in the blink of an eye, the fellow disciple was frightened, unable to change his move in time, and was sent flying by a palm strike.
"My turn."
The remaining disciples, not wishing to lag behind, exerted their strongest powers one after another, moving aggressively towards her.
Lin Qingluo moved like the wind, deftly controlling her sword, the tip stopping perfectly just an inch away from the challengers' forehead, and sent them flying with a palm strike.
