After killing the three, Lin Feng turned his gaze toward the remaining Red Smoke.
Red Smoke had hidden her body within a cloud of crimson mist.
Dreamlike and illusory, it resisted the attacks of Lin Feng's Flying Sword.
That she had held on until now made Lin Feng regard her in a new light.
From within the crimson mist came the occasional clang of metal, indicating that Red Smoke possessed an Emperor Weapon.
That was how she had managed to fend off Lin Feng's Flying Sword assault.
But if he added the other two swords—
How much longer could Red Smoke hold out?
Just as Lin Feng was about to direct the other two Flying Swords to attack—
A voice came from within the mist.
"Please wait, Senior!"
"We juniors had delusions of grandeur. Our crime deserved ten thousand deaths, but I beg Senior to give this junior a little time.
Let this junior make amends.
If Senior still finds it unacceptable, it will not be too late to kill this junior then!"
As her words fell, Red Smoke withdrew the mist around her.
The mist transformed into a red silk scarf.
It was clearly an Emperor Weapon.
Zhao Wei and the others had previously thought that the mist was a divine ability cultivated by Red Smoke.
They had never imagined it was an Emperor Weapon!
With a swish, a Flying Sword arrived at Red Smoke's neck, only an inch away from it.
Sword Qi cut a wound across her neck.
Blood streamed down without stop.
Red Smoke's chest rose and fell. Even as Emperor Realm powerhouses, they found it difficult to face such a threat of death with composure.
Yet Red Smoke did not move even once!
She showed that she would not resist at all, expressing her sincerity.