"Junior Sister Cao, please!" Zhongming said with a formal salute.
"Senior Brother Zhong, please!" Cao Feiyu returned the salute, the Autumn Water Long Sword already half an inch out of its sheath, its cold gleam biting.
"Begin!"
The instant Elder Qingxu's words fell, Zhongming moved. Having suffered at Chen Fei's hands, he knew deeply the importance of seizing the initiative and setting up a formation.
Buzz!
With Zhongming at the center, the space within several hundred li around him abruptly turned twisted and blurred, and the flow of time also underwent a subtle change.
One invisible, intangible space-time barrier after another instantly formed, isolating this area from the outer world and creating an independent formation space under Zhongming's control.
Within it, Cao Feiyu immediately felt her figure slow, her movements and even her thoughts affected by invisible sluggishness and interference.
At the same time, Zhongming formed a hand seal with his left hand, and a point of radiant, glass-like spiritual light flew out from between his brows, instantly turning into a light barrier as thin as a cicada's wing that firmly protected his entire body.
Indestructible True Nature Spirit Light Mirror!
Clang!
A clear sword cry rang out, like a dragon's roar through the nine heavens.
A biting sword intent, with Cao Feiyu as its center, erupted with a crash, like mercury spilling across the ground, instantly filling the entire formation space.
The Ninth Heaven Heavenly Descent Sword Art fully unfolded.
Cao Feiyu's aura climbed by the moment, her black robes stirring without wind, snapping loudly. Those cold eyes had now turned into two pools of ten-thousand-year frost, reflecting the blue heavens and the sword edge.
"Sword, fall!"
Her cherry lips parted slightly. There was no earth-shaking momentum, no dazzling, magnificent sword light—only a simple sword swung toward Zhongming.
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