"Li Xiaozu, you're truly impressive. With just one move, you knocked down all the other flying swords. The top thirty-six are all from our Shu Zhong Mystic Sect. When we show off in the Sword Arena, it'll be all our own people. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
Among the thirty-six flying swords flying side by side, one orange sword transmitted this thought through the attached consciousness.
This was no easy feat, requiring immense mental strength, especially at such a high altitude.
The blazing sun, howling wind, and icy clouds could all harm the consciousness, which was why many couldn't control their swords at this height.
But this person could still clearly express their thoughts.
Hearing this, Li Yingqiong smiled.
Although this wasn't her original intention, she didn't bother to explain.
She recognized this flying sword—it belonged to Yuan Yongzhen from Qingcheng Mountain.
Within the Shu Zhong Mystic Sect, Qingcheng Mountain was always overshadowed by Emei but never accepted it, always competing with Emei and trying to surpass it.
It was the sect that gave her master the most headaches.
Today, Li Yingqiong had come up with a brilliant idea and set a great example.
By knocking down all the other flying swords in the grand sword flight, only those from the Shu Zhong Mystic Sect remained.