The Person on Mogu Peak

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

At Heaven's Edge, Wind Blades darted through the air.

A woman clad in a green coir raincape and blue hat sat at the edge of a sea cliff.

She seemed to have picked up someone's habit, dangling her pair of slender calves over the cliff and swinging them back and forth from time to time.

Such a childlike scene did not suit her overwhelming aura, much less the terrifying sight here!

Wind Blades densely filled the air, darting about without restraint.

Their shrill sounds of breaking the air were hair-raising!

The sea-grade evil art, Night Beguiler Saber, allowed its caster to summon thirty-two Wind Blades. Once this art reached heaven-grade, the number of Wind Blades doubled.

A full sixty-four Night Beguiler Sabers crisscrossed one another, weaving an utterly despairing "domain."

Any living being that entered it would likely be unable to walk out alive.

Yet Deng Yuxiang sat there at ease, while Wind Blades streaked freely past the brim of her hat, her waist, and her arms.

Deng Yuxiang had her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the wind.

Her slender fingers occasionally tapped, controlling the flight paths of every Night Beguiler Saber.

It was nothing short of miraculous!

Had Lu Ran witnessed this scene, he would surely have been deeply impressed.

Forget sixty-four blades—even if Lu Ran had been given eight, he would not have known how to handle them.

Whoosh~

Deng Yuxiang suddenly raised a hand, and the Night Beguiler Sabers' piercing momentum sharply slowed.

They turned their tips in unison, linking head to tail as they slowly circled their master.

Deng Yuxiang opened her eyes in satisfaction. Though thick fog shrouded heaven and earth, the trajectories of the Wind Blades could not escape her ears or her heart.

The heaven-grade evil art, Night Beguiler