Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Yao Guang never imagined that Hong Ling would abruptly strike, killing Yun Guangming with a single blow.
"Impossible! Unless you're not in the Golden Core Realm!"
Yao Guang suddenly screamed. She knew full well that although Yun Guangming was detestable, his strength could not be underestimated. Even with the Half-Saint Sword in her hand, Hong Ling should not have been capable of such a feat through the sword alone.
"When did I ever say I was in the Golden Core Realm?"
Hong Ling chuckled. At that moment, she looked valiant and dashing, possessing a charm all her own. She then drew the blade across her hand. Bathed in blood, the longsword emitted a burst of black light, its blade trembling gently as though conveying a kind of excitement.
"Hmm?"
Shen Yi was somewhat puzzled. Standing nearby, he could clearly sense the joy radiating from the sword, like a wanderer who had been away from home for years finally finding their family.
"This sword belonged to me from the start."
Hong Ling looked at Shen Yi and cleared up his doubts. The sword was called Qing Mei. The layer of obsidian had originally been its scabbard, a seal placed by the Lineage to conceal the sword's true body. Only Hong Ling's blood could break the seal and restore the sacred sword to its original form.
Now that the sacred sword had been unsealed, azure sword light shot into the heavens. Even the thunderbolts of the nine heavens did not dare contend with it or test its edge.
Despair rose within Yao Guang. Faced with Hong Ling, she could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance. A Nascent Soul Cultivator wielding a sacred sword possessed battle strength enough to rival a cultivator