This is a rare showdown.
On one side is a veteran master, and on the other, a rising talent among the younger generation.
Eagle eyes sharp, the mount's peak lofty.
As the two drew closer, though swords remained sheathed, everyone present could feel that unspeakable aura of might.
The Diancang Elder's piercing eagle eyes held only calm, as if he saw a fledgling eagle yearning to spread its wings.
But in his eyes, a fledgling eagle was, after all, just a fledgling eagle.
"Draw your sword."
These three words carried the immense confidence of one well-versed in profound subtleties.
Just before, everyone had witnessed Qing's swordsmanship. Once she unleashed the Five Divine Swords and their enveloping mist-and-smoke-like assault, even the Universe Sword would be unable to penetrate it.
To let her make the first move meant the opponent would inevitably be put on the defensive.
