"Where did such a fierce woman come from?" Nie Jingnian muttered quietly.
Zhao Ya didn't speak, instead focusing intently on the woman's swordplay.
The woman's sword moves were extremely sharp, and her speed was so fast that even Zhao Ya sometimes could not see how she wielded her sword.
He could only see a flash of sword light, followed by the giant bat retreating with a scream.
Zhao Ya felt a tremor in his heart as he watched.
In the years he's roamed the Jianghu, he has seen sword users before, like Fu Tingfang from Cyan Bamboo Ridge who used a sword.
But compared to this woman in front of him, the sword in Fu Tingfang's hand was like a fire poker.
Even her subordinates, the black-clad fighters, all possessed the strength of the third realm.
Combined with the sharp and unparalleled sword moves, everything pointed to the fact that this woman's background was unfathomable.
Zhao Ya slowly exhaled a breath.
