Qi Yang retreated too slowly.
He was tightly engulfed by Zi Xuan's ubiquitous Sword Qi, and as for the other disciples, those who were even slower were now in excruciating pain.
Many disciples who couldn't dodge started using their weapons for Defense.
A chaos of noises erupted.
Bang bang bang!
Clang!
Thud!
The sounds of metal colliding were incessant.
Little Fatty said with a giggle, "Oh, this sound is really delightful, so beautiful, so beautiful."
"It sounds good, I even think it sounds better than the usual howls we hear in the Bamboo Forest."
Even Xie Yun found this chorus of sounds quite enchanting.
Some less capable disciples quickly fell to the ground amidst a chorus of wailing.
Even Qi Yang wasn't an exception. After staggering back a bit, he bumped into a tree and thudded to the ground.
Little Fatty burst into loud laughter.
"Amazing, truly amazing."
"Only Yang Bin is left."
Chu Yi muttered to himself.
