“Sword Sect, Hong Qing!”0

“Red Moon, Sun Hongxiu!”0

Martial masters did not exchange an abundance of greetings when they sparred, just brief self introductions. Hong Qing unsheathed her sword and stabbed forward. Smoke and mist coiled around the two opponents, kicking up sand and dust in a massive wave of pebbles.0

“Break!” Hongxiu grunted and slammed her staff into the ground. The earth trembled—the entire surface shook. Within the haze, she raised her staff and brought it down on Hong Qiu’s head.2

The two young women instantly shifted to combat readiness and met each other in battle. They didn’t exchange probing moves as both sides knew they were evenly matched at a similar cultivation level. It would come down to experience and proper usage of their arts.0

Sword light shot in all directions while the staff danced through the air. Their moves were fast and ferocious! Some Darkmoons on the side were bewildered by the sight.0

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The Night Watcher delegation.0

“They’re so strong!” Sharp gasps abounded. “Why does it feel like they’re much stronger than the martial masters we met before?”0

Why?0

Because these were true martial masters with a heritage to draw...1