Golden sword intent came crashing down from the sky.
The many Asura Hall followers below all wore looks of terror, frantically hurling out every kind of magical treasure they possessed.
For a moment, the sky above the entire square was shrouded in dazzling, multicolored radiance, as though a grand fireworks display were unfolding.
Yet this seemingly splendid and spectacular sight did not last long.
That streak of golden sword intent swept through with unstoppable force, reducing everything in its path to dust in an instant.
Whether they were magical treasures emitting mysterious glows or the incomparably sturdy treasured armor worn by the followers—armor said to withstand the force of ten thousand tons—
Before this golden sword intent, all of it was utterly vulnerable, as brittle and fragile as paper.
Liu Qiushui flew into a rage.
She had fallen for it! She had actually fallen for it.
Ling Xuanxiao, I finally let my heart stir for someone, yet you made me lose so completely.
"Demoness, by His Majesty's command, I have come to take your life!" The Sword Spirit descended, carrying boundless sword intent.
"You're from the Great Xia Dynasty?" Liu Qiushui immediately realized. "What did you do to Ling Xuanxiao?"
"He was forcibly soul-searched. He's probably turned into an idiot by now, drooling from the mouth." The Sword Spirit burst into laughter.
What!?
For my sake, he had actually ended up like this.
Liu Qiushui could not help but picture the scene in her mind.
Ling Xuanxiao's mouth twitched, his left hand holding up six fingers and his right hand seven. His left shoulder was high, his right low.
His left foot drew circles while his right kicked out.
He called everyone he saw "Dad."
Tears slipped from the corners of Liu Qiushui's eyes.
Every peal of the Sword Spirit's