Defeat

Han Yiqin gazed at Yan Sanniang, her expression tinged with complexity, as she spoke, "Sanniang, it's been a long time."

"Senior Sister Han, my apologies, but in this contest, I must emerge victorious," Yan Sanniang bowed respectfully, her demeanor serious.

Upon hearing this, Han Yiqin smiled faintly, nodding slightly as she said, "Very well, let me witness your progress over these years."

"Excuse me."

Without further ado, Yan Sanniang drew her own sword.

As the Icy Soul Sword emerged from its sheath, a faint chill emanated from the blade, swirling around its edges.

In an instant, the temperature of the arena dropped slightly.

"Hmm? A divine weapon?" Han Yiqin noticed the white frosty aura on the blade, her expression momentarily puzzled, and then drew her own sword.

"Sanniang, it seems you've had quite a few adventures these years," Han Yiqin muttered to herself, before unleashing the Emei Sword Technique, taking the initiative to attack.