The first move resulted in a heavy loss, and there was an uproar in the audience. In contrast, Wu Xuan's reputation as an immortal began to grow wildly.

Zhang Daoling stood up with his sword in hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a solemn expression.

"Foundation-building Dzogchen?"

Wu Xuan only exposed one-tenth of his strength, which was enough to shock everyone in the Turin Cult. He knew how to show off.

Take your time little by little and you can earn a few more rounds of reputation.

"Come again?"

Zhang Daoling finally put aside his arrogance, regarded Wu Xuan as a worthy opponent, and became serious.

"You are qualified to appreciate my swordsmanship."

"Take the call."

The sword intent in Zhang Daoling's body became stronger and stronger, spreading all around. The red-trained spirit sword in Wu Xuan's hand actually responded to the sword's cry, and there was a sign of losing control.

Is this the innate sword fetus?

Unfortunately, under the suppression of the realm, it is difficult to show full strength.

"Come again!"
Chapter completed!