An assessment that was supposed to last a full day and night was altered by Wei Jingcheng, who slashed its duration by three-quarters.
Now, the entire assessment was incredibly compressed. Crises rained down one after another, and every second seemed to hide a lethal threat.
This incident reaffirmed for everyone the distinctive style of Sword Cultivators.
Decisive, sharp, and efficient.
But for the disciples undergoing the assessment, this "efficiency" was a miserable experience.
Jiang Yue had the urge to curse someone out.
"Weren't they supposed to increase the difficulty this evening? How is there a monster this strong right at the start?!"
The wound on his chest had drained the color from Jiang Yue's face, and the hand gripping his sword trembled uncontrollably. The flying swords circling him wobbled, looking as if they might clatter to the ground at any second.
Under the monster's assault, he was a candle in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.
