The young man had an extraordinary presence, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, radiating fierce Sword Qi all around.
"That's right," Murong Wan nodded, "That's Xiao Yun, a genius of Holy Sword Sect, appearing only once in a hundred years."
Ye Xiao glanced at Xiao Yun a few times and nodded secretly.
Indeed a master, with a fierce Sword Intent and an introverted aura, clearly a seasoned veteran.
"That one over there in the black robe should be Qin Wushuang from Demon Flame Valley."
Ye Xiao's gaze fell on another young man. This youth radiated a scorching aura, twisting the surrounding air with the heat.
"The young master's vision is excellent." Murong Wan smiled.
Ye Xiao withdrew his gaze and said casually, "Not that impressive, not much stronger than you."
Murong Wan was momentarily stunned, then lightly giggled while covering her mouth, "Young master certainly knows how to speak."
At this moment, a loud voice echoed above the arena.
