The sword competition was lackluster and hardly worth watching.
For the junior brothers and sisters, it might have seemed like a thrilling battle.
Without any definitive and splendid Daoist magic, it was merely a slaughter between Flying Swords, interspersed with innumerable exchanges of attack and defense, so much so that everyone watched intently, deeply anxious about the outcome of the competition.
Only Qiu Changtian found it boring. These two Kunlun weaklings pecking at each other, neither knowing how to disguise their attack intentions nor understanding tactical deception, was just pure offense and defense, to see who would make the first mistake and reveal a flaw.
Of course, such a battle was extremely advantageous for Xu Yinglian because Qiu Changtian knew very well, after this period of mentoring, just how exaggerated this girl's unyielding spirit was.