The young lady, dressed in the simplest of sportswear, wielded a Cold Iron Silver Sword. With a twist of her wrist, the flashing blades and swords evoked a chilling murderous intent.
The woman's long hair was tied high, the ends brushing through the void. The remnant sword light danced in tandem with her flowing hair, making her appear both divine and demonic, as if she were a Female Rakshasa walking from the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea upon the bones towards the Human World.
After she finished performing a sword technique, the entire park fell silent.
The old men looked at Xu Xingguang's sword and then at their own swords, which were seemingly intricate but in reality merely props, and instantly felt like they were showing off axes in front of Master Guan Yu, embarrassingly engaging in futile displays.
After a while, the elderly folks began to clap and cheer for Xu Xingguang.
