Fighting

The disciples of Xuanqing Sect held their breath, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on the arena.

It had been a long time since they last saw Senior Brother Bei make a move, and today was a rare opportunity that they didn’t want to miss even a single moment of.

Bei Xinghan glanced at Xu Yi, seeing that she was already prepared.

He raised his hand and grasped a long, icy blue sword that materialized out of thin air.

As soon as the sword appeared, the already chilly temperature dropped even further, enveloping the surroundings in a frigid aura.

“The Frost Sword!”

“Senior Brother Bei’s treasured artifact!”

Immediate exclamations of surprise erupted from the disciples in the audience.

“So, he truly is a master of the sword,” Xu Yi thought to herself.

Xu Yi’s heart filled with utmost vigilance, and her eyes sparkled with starlight, as if constellations were shifting within them.

And at that moment, Bei Xinghan made his move.

He swung the Frost Sword forward slowly.