Xiao Yun's Chinese Peacekeeping

Xiao Yun.

He walked very slowly, his steps unhurried, as if he were not on a battlefield but strolling through his own back garden.

His robes fluttered gently in the wind, his long hair lifted by the currents of air, and his entire being radiated an air detached from the world.

He did not release his martial soul or summon his soul rings. He simply walked through the air, yet with every step he took, a green lotus appeared beneath his feet.

At the same time, the swarm of Human-Faced Ghost Ice Moths unconsciously retreated a step.

He walked to the open space between the Tian Meng Ice Butterflies and the Human-Faced Ghost Ice Moths, stopped, raised his head, and looked at the hundred-thousand-year Human-Faced Ghost Ice Moth.

The hundred-thousand-year Human-Faced Ghost Ice Moth opened its mouth and let out a piercing shriek. The shriek transformed into a black sound wave that surged toward Xiao Yun.

Wherever the sound wave passed, the ground split open, the green grass withered, and a thick stench of rot filled the air.

Xiao Yun did not dodge. He merely waved his hand lightly.

A streak of Green Lotus Sword Qi shot from his fingertips and split in midair into countless tiny strands of sword qi, like a sky full of green raindrops, meeting the black sound wave head-on.

The sword qi collided with the sound wave, producing hissing sounds. The black mist rapidly dispersed under the illumination of the green light, and the sound wave was sliced into countless fragments by the sword qi, vanishing into nothingness.

Those tiny strands of sword qi did not stop. They passed through the dissipating sound wave and continued forward, hovering before the brow of every Human-Faced Ghost Ice Moth, less than an inch away.

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