The Yue Maiden broke free from his grasp, crushing the beating heart without hesitation, bloodstained hands executing a resolute and fierce sword technique.
The air at the cliffside was thrown into chaos, sword Qi surged like a raging sea, cold snow and green grass swayed ceaselessly, as if the earth itself gave rise to a tumultuous sea storm.
The sword Qi tore through space, delicate thin grass snapped at the roots, flung upwards with a clatter, turning the pavilion by the cliff into a scene of a reverse whirlwind and torrential rain.
Yet the vast Sword Intent brewed at her fingertips was not aimed at the Zangxin before her, but at the Ghost Child pierced by the Goddess Sword behind her.
Amidst the omnipresent crisscrossing sword Qi, the Yue Maiden coldly watched Zangxin before her, eyes filled with resentment and wrath, with a dark gaze.
