Lu Xueqian quickly flipped her hand and grabbed the blue sword behind her. Her face was pale but did not reveal any sign of hesitation as she waved it before her without unsheathing it.
"Clang!" The sound echoed across the square, clear and pleasant to hear.
Fang Chao’s silver-white immortal sword rebounded back after being struck hard by Lu Xueqian's blue blade. Cang Song Dao Ren and Fang Chao’s faces both changed color at this display of power.
In the stunned crowd, Lu Xueqian threw the sky-blue sword and its sheath with her right hand while gripping a spell in her left. The sword burst into brilliant light, covering the entire arena like a blue storm, radiating an aura of immense power.
Fang Chao was startled by this display. He could not afford to be careless; he focused on his silver-white immortal sword and condensed three ice walls before him, emitting cold energy.
High above, Lu Xueqian’s eyes shone bright as stars, her black hair flapping wildly in the wind. Her appearance was breathtaking, stirring the hearts of those who watched.
She seemed to be whispering some incantation, her face expressionless. As she focused on Fang Chao's blue sword, it emitted a loud roar and surged forward with immense force, clearing all clouds within ten meters around them.
The blue sword pierced through the air, aimed directly at Fang Chao, creating a spectacle that left everyone breathless.
"Kak! Kak! Kak!"
In the face of hundreds of Cloud Ridge disciples’ astonishment, Fang Chao’s three ice walls crumbled under the impact of Lu Xueqian's blue sword.
Panting heavily, Fang Chao summoned his white light shield to defend himself. Lu Xueqian’s blue sword slammed into it with a resounding "Boom!" The shock wave spread rapidly in all directions.
All disciples fell back involuntarily as the immense force hit them. Even those watching from afar were pushed back by the invisible waves of energy.
Lu Xueqian, having landed on the stage, returned her sword to its sheath. Her face had lost its color; Fang Chao’s face turned deathly pale. He slowly raised his head and pointed at Lu Xueqian with a hoarse voice.
"Y-you..."
Before anyone could understand what was happening, the silver-white sword began making several dull sounds along its blade. It soon split open and fell to the stage in two pieces under the collective gaze of all present.
A momentary silence fell over the audience as everyone held their breath.
The importance of a cultivated immortal sword to a cultivator did not need further explanation among those who lived above the clouds.
Fang Chao coughed out blood, clutching his chest, his face showing intense pain before he collapsed onto the stage unconscious.