Wu Ming laughed heartily upon hearing this, "You flatter me, you flatter me."

Bingluan listened from the side, snorted coldly, and looked at Leng Yuexi, who was busy dealing with the situation, with some concern.

Leng Yuexi is indeed under considerable pressure at this moment.

Wushuang's swordsmanship was unpredictable, ever-changing, and endless, which indeed caused her considerable trouble, but her disadvantage in cultivation level also played a significant role.

"Alas, my cultivation level is still too low. If I were at the same level as him, the mere Dao of Transformation wouldn't have left me in such a sorry state."

After a brief sigh, Leng Yuexi rallied her spirits and uttered a soft command, "Wrath of Ice."

Suddenly, her aura surged, a secret technique similar to the Heavenly Sword Sect's "Sword Echoes Through the Nine Heavens" that temporarily boosts one's cultivation level.

Leng Yuexi narrowed the gap in cultivation level but did not stop. With a firm gaze, she shouted, "Extreme Cold Meteor Strike."

She and the sword in her hand transformed into a thin stream of light, locking onto Wushuang.

The light was extremely cold, yet it possessed an invincible and sharp edge, and it charged towards Wushuang with an unstoppable momentum.

Wherever it passes, the air is affected, creating white mist and frost, and emitting a piercing sound as it cuts through the air.

Wu Shuang was surprised that Leng Yuexi, who had been suppressed by him just moments before, suddenly surged in power and switched to a defensive stance.

Sensing the flowing light and rainbow of the sword and man as one, his expression slightly hardened.

However, Wushuang also has his own pride, and he will not be thrown off balance by sudden changes on the spot.

He quickly adjusted his mindset, his gaze became firm, his fighting spirit was high, and his aura was raised to the extreme, the energy ripples he created even affected the audience below the stage.

That's not the point. What truly inspired everyone present was Wushuang's unwavering determination to win, his confidence in his swordsmanship, and his seemingly limitless fighting spirit.

He felt the sword in his hand most deeply, and it emitted high-pitched sword cries, like the shouts of warriors.

Upon seeing this, Canglan looked at Wuming and exclaimed, "The third realm of the Boundless Sword Technique, the Sword Heart Without Limits, with Me I Am Invincible, he actually mastered it?"

Wu Ming chuckled and said, "Haha, lucky me."