Only now did Shi Jian understand how cruel a battle between truly peerless experts could be.
There were no changes of attack and defense in techniques, no sending out an offensive spell, answering with a defensive spell, then launching another attack to strike back through an opening. There was only the collision of supreme powers utterly beyond her imagination. She saw Lord Lan unleash a heaven-piercing, earth-slaying blow, yet an even greater force transformed in Ming Ruo's hands into an invincible Heavenly Sword. With a single stroke, it slew Lord Lan and pierced the vault of heaven.
No words could describe Ming Ruo's strike.
After the boundless power destroyed Lord Lan, it continued onward without losing momentum, blasting an enormous hole through the dense dark-red clouds overhead. The guardian venerables and gods and Buddhas formed from those dark-red clouds were all shredded apart by that matchless power.
It was an incomparably cold, beautiful, and cruel sword strike, just like Ming Ruo herself.
After unleashing that strike, the flush on Ming Ruo's face completely faded, replaced by the pallor of fine porcelain.
The injuries within her had already reached the point where they could not possibly grow worse. Successively killing two opponents of her own level, Poison Dragon Venerable and Lord Lan, had pushed both her strength of mind and body to the brink of utter collapse. Yet what had harmed her most severely were the several strands of Buddha's Karma Fire Lord Lan had just driven into her body.
Her body was already like a clump of withered grass. All vitality and power had been spent in her full bloom, while the Buddha's Karma Fire, which she could not refine and which could burn away all true essence and vital blood, was like several sparks driven into dry tinder.
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