Seeing the sword light in Mu Feng's hand that rivaled a Divine Weapon, a cheer erupted from the crowd, and all the young disciples' eyes were filled with envy. Truly, as a standout among the younger generation of the Mu Family in Heishi City, his Sword Formation Technique was flawless. It probably wouldn't be long before Mu Feng was promoted to a Sixth-tier Swordsman. It was unknown when they, themselves, would reach such strength.
Facing Mu Feng's sword that rivaled Divine Weapons, Han Yan remained unflustered, holding her longsword vertically in front of her.
"How does she think that piece of junk can block Brother Feng's Power Condensing Divine Sword? It's like an ant trying to stop a chariot, completely overestimating herself," someone sneered with a mocking laugh.
"With that little strength, she's lucky it's just a family contest. Outside these walls, she wouldn't even know how she died," the Great Elder said coldly.
