"That—That's the Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace! Anya Stout!" someone cried out in shock the moment her image appeared on the massive floating screens.
Murmurs and gasps spread like wildfire across the entire Battle Realm as countless cultivators recognized the black-haired girl standing opposite White Death on the grassy plains.
"She's one of the rising geniuses of the Middle Domain right now!" another voice chimed in, filled with disbelief.
"Forget about that," someone else added, lowering their voice as if sharing a forbidden secret, "I heard she's a complete freak. She enters the Battle Realm every single day just to fight. There are even whispers… that she's gone mad."
"That's not a rumor," another replied with a grim nod. "She's obsessed with the sword. They say she doesn't care about anything else in the world—not fame, not power, not even life. As long as she gets to train with her sword, nothing else matters to her."