Had their eyes deceived them just now?
That divine and mesmerizing swordsmanship that had defeated Lan Jiaying, was it really used by Feng Yueya?
And Feng Yueya, the protagonist, seemed oblivious to the intense gazes around her, shaking her head nonchalantly.
Defeating the opponent so quickly was too uninteresting for her.
She probably hadn't used Crescent Moon Swordsmanship.
Oh, how she wished to duel with someone of a higher level, even if it meant getting hurt.
Now, Feng Yueya had reached a level where she thirsted for battle, which had become the most essential part of her life.
Lan Jiaying, who had fainted, was quickly carried away while the victor, Feng Yueya, stood on the stage like a dazzling star, capturing everyone's attention.
It was time for the next match.
She wanted to finish early so she could return to her cultivation.
Her gaze turned to Liu Yan, and Feng Yueya's intent was clear.
Having defeated Lan Jiaying, it was now Liu Yan's turn to enter the arena.
