Ye Heng's face was ice-cold as he held his hefty sword, standing proudly before the scars of past sword fights.
In the river of swords carved into the ground, the Sword Qi ebbed and flowed, so fearsome and sharp that all the powerful onlookers dared not come a step closer.
The expressions on their faces were a mix of shock, anger, and unwillingness.
Of course.
Among their complicated expressions, regret was the most predominant.
After all.
It was clear from the conversation between Ye Heng and Jin Feiyan that if one simply marched forward resolutely, with unwavering determination, then one would pass the test with ease. That is to say, had it not been for the sight of Mao Bufan being defeated by Ye Heng, which filled them with fear and shook their resolve,
All of them could have passed this test.
However...
Their will to pursue martial arts was not that unwavering.
As a result, these thirty percent of strong candidates were all eliminated.
