Nie Fengzhuo—or rather, Du Changsheng—stepped forward in a blur.
The black-crimson sword screamed, cleaving apart the air as though it were parchment.
He felt it—the still-lingering turbulence of Bai Xueqing's rampaging Ice Qi.
He thought even if it had calmed, it couldn't possibly have settled fully.
No cultivator at her stage could suppress such chaos without severe backlash.
She's finished.
Even if that weren't the case, could she match his power?
While he didn't have access to his Supreme Immortal Strength, he could still exhibit Spirit Severing Realm power, which he thought was already overkill against a Soul Formation Realm girl.
The strike descended.
But then—
Swish!
Bai Xueqing's body flowed sideways with impossible grace, her figure sliding out of his blade's path as though the world itself bent to let her pass.
The edge missed by the width of a hair, and in that same instant, her silver-blue eyes locked onto him.
Cold and Absolute!
"Impossible!"
