Can we really win?

"I think so. I believe in the spiritual masters of China, I believe in the Holy Maiden, and I also believe in... the Feng family."

After returning home, Fengling proposed to have a one-on-one sparring session with Tianya and Wuhe.

Even though the wind chimes had been tempered within the demon-suppressing stele for a hundred years, when the crow lit its smoke and softly uttered that sentence:

"I lost..."

Everyone present couldn't help but gape in disbelief.

Tianya, on the other hand, had a smile on his face, his eyes full of satisfaction.

In his eyes, the wind chimes surpassed him, which made him even happier than if he had made a breakthrough himself.

The wind chimes were also very happy:

"From now on, I will truly be protecting you. Thank you."

He addressed each of the Feng family's demon leaders.

"I refuse to accept this! I want to try too! If I win, I'll become the head of the family! Hehe..."

Akano rubbed his hands together and came up.

"Wind Chime! Help me beat him up!"

Xiao Hui shouted from the side!

Akano:? ? ?

He gave a cold laugh:

"Watch me win in style..."

He knelt down not long after...

Wind Chime's current strength is already somewhat excessive. Having absorbed the essence of Chinese swordsmanship over thousands of years, no one in this world can threaten him with their sword or blade.

He generously shared his knowledge with everyone in the Feng family, leading them to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship.

Fengling sat on the sand dune, with Tianya and the others in front of her, as well as Ruoguancheng, Yinkongmen, his wife who was not yet married but had already given birth to a child, and a group of spirit masters practicing swordsmanship, including Lei Jingyun and others.