"Whew, whew~"
For a brief moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall into stillness. Everything was silent, save for Ye Xinglan's slightly hurried breathing echoing through the air, and the lingering starlight on the Stargod Sword slowly fading like a dying candle, leaving behind a faint glow.
Though it had been only a simple sword strike, it had drained every last bit of her strength and spirit. Her understanding of the sword, her release from the past, her outpouring of emotion—all of it had condensed upon the sword's edge and poured forth alongside that dazzling slash of starlight.
Ye Xinglan's face was now pale as paper, as though she might collapse at any moment. Yet an unprecedented brilliance burned within her eyes.
It was the clarity and resolve that erupted after she had pierced through her confusion and attained a complete understanding of her own swordsmanship.
The air around them seemed to have solidified. Bai Xiuxiu, Lan Fuzi, Wu Sidu, and the others all fixed their gazes upon the dispersing blood mist and severed corpse, and for a time, no one spoke.
Clearly, Ye Xinglan's earth-shattering strike had profoundly shaken them, leaving them unable to recover for a moment.
Xu Xiaoyan, however, looked at Ye Xinglan with a hint of scrutiny. Thanks to Starlight Amplification, coupled with the already considerable resonance between her and Ye Xinglan's Martial Souls, she could vaguely sense some of the intense emotions carried within that sword strike.
When Xinglan had swung that sword, images related to Fusheng seemed to have flashed through her mind!
A trace of doubt arose in Xu Xiaoyan's heart, but when her gaze swept over Fors, who was quietly watching the battle from behind them, she forcibly suppressed the thought. Otherwise, Fusheng's inherited relic might well face another crisis.
"Xiaoyan, be