The setting sun was like blood, the flowers bloomed brilliantly.
However, at this moment, the Lotus Pond was enveloped in an atmosphere of stern slaughter.
Bai Wuxin, dressed in white, resembled an immortal descending to earth, his long sword flashing with a cold light, reflecting his cool and indifferent face.
Xie Pianxian was draped in a silk satin Black Robe, his physique supple, the water wave long saber in his hands emitting a soft and gentle aura, which complemented his enchanting temperament.
The two stood opposite each other.
A look of astonishment was written all over Xie Pianxian's face as he unbelievingly regarded the youth in white before him, who appeared even younger than himself.
How had he done it?
How had he managed to ... sever his own Sword Intent with a single strike?
With his Sword Intent completely gone, his vital energy had also come to a standstill.
How then, could he cause injury?
How could he kill?
