In the chaos of battle, a tall man stood out strikingly.
His face was exceptionally beautiful, his fair skin seemed as if it could be broken by a gentle breeze, his eyes like autumn waters, glancing around with brilliance, his lips akin to delicate, dewy petals, a cascade of black hair flowing softly down his back, and his form moving like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable.
The long sword in his hand danced, stirring up gusts of fierce sword wind, whistling loudly, slicing through grass and trees wherever it went.
His swordsmanship was as fast as lightning and incredibly precise, each thrust of the sword striking like a falling cold star, directly targeting the enemy's vital points, leaving opponents unable to defend, difficult to counter.
The one fighting against this demon-like man with the handsome appearance of a woman was "Flame Altar Master" Wang Yan from Qingfeng Pavilion.
