La multitud empezaba a agitarse ante los anuncios de que se iba a iniciar el próximo enfrentamiento. Zhang Xiao'an y Cheng Shubo se separaron, cada uno perdiéndose en sus propias pensamientos mientras la expectación crecía en la plaza.Vocalized by Xiao Feng, the young and ambitious disciple of the Dragon Head Peak, was eagerly watching the fight. The atmosphere was tense as the two opponents faced each other on the stage. His companion, Xiao Feng's fellow disciple Xiao Shu, whispered to him excitedly, "Look, it has begun."
Xiao Feng raised his gaze to the stage. Fang Chao had already summoned his silver-white immortal sword and was casting ice spells. In Xiao Feng’s eyes, he noticed that compared to Qi Ha’s performance when battling against Yan Yi, Fang Chao still fell short in terms of mastery over the cold ice technique.
Meanwhile, Lu Xueqian stood motionless in the clouds above, her face expressionless as she watched Fang Chao gather energy and form ice before her. She showed no signs of wanting to attack; instead, she seemed to be waiting for something.
Behind her, a sky-blue sword was slung across her back, though this sword could not merge with its wielder like others. However, everyone in the crowd and even those on stage did not dare to underestimate it. In cultivation realms, spirit-possessed treasures often merged with their masters after prolonged practice, making them easier to use.
But some rare treasures were too spirited for the human body to bear fully, thus they remained as portable items despite their immense power. The ancient sword "Purgatory," which guarded the Cloud Ridge Sect, was one such treasure.
On the stage, a thin layer of ice had formed around Fang Chao in a three-meter radius. Xiao Feng and Xiao Shu, among other disciples below, felt a chill as they watched Lu Xueqian remain untouched by it all.
Fang Chao, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of spectators, was performing his spellwork with his silver-white immortal sword. His confidence wavered slightly as he felt Lu Xueqian’s piercing gaze seemed even colder than the blade’s ice magic.
Suddenly, Fang Chao pointed his hand and shouted, "Landmaster Sister, be careful!" The crowd below laughed as they watched him perform a solo act. Below, Cang Song Dao Ren frowned at this display.
His disapproving grunt caught the attention of someone nearby. "Do you think, Brother Cang Song is a bit annoyed?" Cang Song did not turn to look but replied coldly, "Water Moon Sister, your disciples are all so beautiful!"
Lu Xueqian’s expression changed as she retorted indignantly, "I never knew that the Cloud Ridge Sect had such many lustful and lecherous men!"
Cang Song was furious. Before he could respond, Dao Xuan Zhen, seated between them, waved his hand and smiled, "Enough! All of us are hundreds of years old; we won’t lose face arguing in front of so many disciples. Let’s watch the fight."
The two chief seats grunted and turned away.
Fang Chao's silver-white immortal sword shot toward Lu Xueqian’s cloud formation. Without a flicker of emotion, she retreated backward while the ice magic sped up, closing the gap between them in an instant. The crowd below screamed in anticipation.