Zhu Jia lunged forward first, her sword leaving a trail of flower petals as it cleaved through the air.
Bai Xian spiritual energy surged, and the temperature in the arena plummeted.
Bai Xian stood still, the sword held lightly in one hand. When Zhu Jia's blade came down, he shifted to the side but the latter's sword trailed him and stroked in which he defended with his sword result knocking him back. He staggered, disbelief flashing across his face. "What…?" The earlier confidence was nowhere to be seen.