Crude and unrefined sword-fighting possessed no aesthetic beauty whatsoever; it was like two ferocious beasts fighting to the death, bearing no resemblance to the graceful sword-flying of true sword cultivators.
The onlookers were utterly dumbfounded—people like Zhu Jingli, Zhu Yuan, and Prince Yuanyuan. They had hoped to use the opportunity to steal a glimpse and learn a move or two of advanced swordsmanship, but in the end...
Was this really it?
Chapter 442