Dragon Flight and Phoenix Dance
As the heated battle continued, everyone in the audience watched with wide eyes. They oohed and aahed at the beautiful, crisp execution of sword skills, and gasped collectively at the destructive power of every move. Up on the viewing platform, Mo Xian was at the edge of his seat, with his eyes glued to Wang Jingyuan. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when Wang Jingyuan narrowly avoided Abbess Huiyuan's stab, and now it hovered at his throat as he watched Wang Jingyuan and Liu Xiaochen battle the three sect chiefs. Every cut, every slice, every stab was too close for comfort. Now that Wang Jingyuan was following Liu Xiaochen's lead, she wasn't always scrambling for defense like she did before, but the two of them were still just barely able to match the three sect chiefs.