In the Three Realms Great Thousand World, just how profound was the cultivation of the Golden Register Incarnation Mysterious Lady, whom the Golden Palace Heavenly Emperor trusted deeply, praised as the sharpest sword in his hand, and tasked with inspecting the four quarters of heaven and earth?
And just how sharp was the Azure Edge Mystic Feather Sword in Her Highness the Mysterious Lady's hand?
Bimou now had the answer to that question.
At this moment, Bimou did not dare make the slightest rash move, for Ye Wenshu had locked onto the location of his aura from millions of li away.
If Bimou moved, what awaited him would inevitably be Ye Wenshu's storm-and-thunder-like assault. By then, Bimou would surely die without even a burial ground!
Now, Ye Wenshu's sword hovered less than an inch above Bimou's head. Though its edge had yet to fall, its razor-sharp sword qi had already sliced through Bimou's scalp and skull, while that Lingxiao Sword intent had invaded his sea of consciousness.
It could be said that with the slightest movement from Ye Wenshu, Bimou would be split in two on the spot.
Resist?
The thought had never even crossed Bimou's mind.
From the instant Ye Wenshu's aura was exposed to the moment she closed in on him, Bimou saw Ye Wenshu as almost a replica of Jiang Sheng: equally piercing in spirit, equally ruthless and decisive, equally unreasonable, equally prone to crushing others with sheer force.
Even if Ye Wenshu did not possess Jiang Sheng's full victorious might, she still had seventy or eighty percent of his cultivation. Bimou, whose true spirit had already been massively cleaved away by Jiang Sheng, had no desire to experience having his soul pierced by a longsword again.
Not only did Bimou not dare move recklessly, but Tu