After a fierce battle, Ah Jiang was finally able to catch his breath, and the tension and anxiety in his heart gradually dissipated.
She stood there, having a moment to savor the battle. She realized she had indeed improved in her use of magic, but still lacked that fatal blow.
Her fighting style...
Ajahn himself assessed that he seemed to lack that kind of passionate and energetic spirit.
She felt like she was just casually passing by, rather than fighting on a life-or-death battlefield.
Recalling the start of the battle, she felt somewhat frustrated by her underhanded and sneaky tactics of ambushing from the shadows.
Ah Jiang thought to himself, "Perhaps, facing a battle head-on without fear is the real mark of cool."
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a dazzling streak of light suddenly flew in from afar, its momentum overwhelming and its sword intent chilling, as if it were about to tear the heavens and earth apart.
The streak of light stopped in mid-air, surveyed the scene, and said, "Everyone, step back."
Ajahn quickly recalled his Magikarp to avoid being accidentally injured, then retreated twenty feet away, watching carefully.
A sword cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage stormed into the battlefield. He held a long sword, its light swirling around him, and his figure was agile, like a swallow darting through the air.
He engaged in a fierce battle with a demonic beast, the lion king, which brandished its sharp claws and pounced desperately, clearly giving it its all.
A-Jiang watched the battle from the sidelines, secretly marveling at it. She could tell that this swordsman's strength was extraordinary, a world of difference compared to before.
Although the Lion King was brave, he was powerless in front of the sword cultivator.
The battle was extremely fierce, with sword flashes and claw shadows intertwining to create a breathtaking scene.
However, despite this, the Lion King was still unable to withstand the swordsman's attack and eventually collapsed in the mud.
It coughed up a mouthful of blood, its large, bell-like eyes wide open, filled with resentment and despair.
Before Ajahn's eyes appeared a magnificent scene. The sky was as if it were being burned by fire, with rays of light shining brightly, filling the entire world with a passionate atmosphere. The figure, like a god descending, hovered in the air, majestic and awe-inspiring.
A-Jiang gazed at this scene, her heart filled with anticipation. She imagined that Linglong in the future would also soar through the sky and fight bravely, just like this figure.
She, on the other hand, assisted from the sidelines, fighting alongside them.
The idea seemed more and more perfect in her mind, and her heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.
At this moment, Linglong is already eleven years old and has long since entered the Wanying Sect for cultivation.
A-Jiang imagined her life in the sect, a vast and boundless world full of endless possibilities.
She wondered curiously what level Linglong had reached in her cultivation.
She looked forward to the moment she would meet Linglong again, and to the day they would write their own legendary story together.
"Hmph, you people from the Azure Lotus Sect are quite arrogant, aren't you?"
A voice rang out leisurely in the night sky, like the tolling of an ancient bell, carrying a hint of disdain and mockery.
The owner of the voice sat on a moon boat, which resembled a bright moon in the night sky, its silvery light shimmering in the darkness, mysterious and noble.
The ship's hull is carved with exquisite patterns, as if it contains some ancient power.
Beside the boat, silver ripples gently rippled, like the surface of a lake under the moonlight, tranquil and profound.
The man was dressed in a silver robe, the robe flowing smoothly like a cascading silver river, shimmering and shining.
He was handsome, with sculpted features and deep, star-like eyes. His brows exuded an air of arrogance, like a king looking down upon all living beings.
His appearance was like a shooting star in the night sky—sudden, yet dazzling.
Even his Foundation Establishment stage uncle failed to notice his arrival, as if he were part of the night sky, dancing with the moon and stars.
His voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an undeniable power that made his presence impossible to ignore.
His words were like a gentle breeze, yet they stirred the heart and left one restless.
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