Self-execution or draw your sword?
The youth upon the throne questioned them with his sword.
Boundless terror rose in every maid's heart. Many frantically tried to contact the outside world, activating the hidden measures they had prepared in secret for years, all for this very day.
Yet the transmission stones sank like rocks into the sea.
There was not a single response.
The promises, oaths, and Dao contracts so many Nascent Soul True Lords had made to them in the past now seemed empty, drifting farther and farther away.
"Follow me! Kill him!"
"After cultivating for so long, are you truly too afraid even to fight?"
True Monarch Jin Yu straightened up and drew her Dao-armament flying sword with her fair, slender jade hand.
It was a fist-sized droplet, sharp golden threads spreading from its center, wondrous beyond measure and faintly embodying the mystery of metal giving birth to water.
The methods for refining Dao-armament flying swords varied from person to person.
Her flying sword had clearly been refined to an advanced stage. She had grasped the essence of the Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, Yang Dao Canon. Both her talent and combat aptitude were worthy of praise; otherwise, she could not have advanced to Nascent Soul True Lord amid such hardship.
"Hahaha, he is merely a Nascent Soul cultivator. So are we!"
"From Qi Refinement to Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, I have carved my way through thorns and brambles, slain powerful enemies time and again. When have I ever been afraid?"
Another Nascent Soul True Lord laughed heartily, bold and unrestrained.
She rose to her feet, her hair whipping wildly as she revealed an alluring body covered in scars. Scorching electric Sword Qi leaked outward bit by bit, crackling with sizzling lightning.
Lightning Maid!
Rustle,