Boom—
The two strands of Sword Qi that split apart, slicing through the mountainside, sending rocks tumbling down, causing the ground to shake and stirring up clouds of dust.
Amidst the dust like a wave of clouds, Lu Jin'an, covered in blood, stood upright and firm.
Glorious and vibrant.
Like the first sunrise rising in an icy world.
Holding the "Soul Book," Ling Haozi looked down at Lu Jin'an, his face expressionless.
In the mountainside, Zhu Nanzhi hurried to Lu Jin'an's side, healing his wounds while staring at him with tears streaming down her face.
On the Sword Dao plaza of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, Qi Huizu, leisurely drinking from a wine jug, froze in amazement, slowly lowered his sword finger raised in mid-air, shook his head with a light laugh, then took a hearty gulp of wine: "The young truly are formidable."
Zhiyu, thrown out by Zhu Nanzhi, stuffed the cake suddenly given by her master into her mouth, stared dumbfounded at Lu Jin'an's back with cheeks puffed.
