After the Nine Swords transmission ended, among the nine geniuses, some were defeated, and some fled.
Long Fei's prestige reached its peak for a time.
All the disciples around stood up and began to cheer for their idol.
Zhang Youfeng and Ye Jinghong squinted as if they saw their past selves.
Ji Yunfei's face flushed redder, knowing he couldn't gain any advantage from Long Fei; he left grudgingly, holding back his dissatisfaction.
Long Fei stared at them, the corners of his mouth curling up.
As soon as he drew his longsword, the disciples around immediately quieted down.
Everyone wondered what he was going to do, all curiously and excitedly perked up their ears.
Long Fei let out a light shout, "As cultivators, we must spar with our peers to know our own deficiencies. Later, I'll visit the Nine Clans one by one. If anyone wants to go, you can come along. Naturally, I won't let anyone miss out on the hospitality of the Nine Clans!"
