She spun the blade in a flourish, shaking the filthy blood from its cold edge.
Unlike her usual blank, tilted-head daze, her phoenix eyes narrowed. Her heart hammered in her chest, raising her body temperature; every muscle in her slender frame was primed for battle, and the rushing blood brought a blush to her pretty cheeks.
Shock. Disbelief. The many experts present had fought for ages, yet they were not worth the blink of an eye.
The terrifying demon had been beheaded.
Its dripping head still radiated deep unwillingness from its eyes.
Bai Yujun most liked enemies who were overly cautious, hesitating until they missed their chance.
She floated lightly three feet above the ground, saber held upright before her chest in her right hand. The index and middle fingers of her left hand stood together beside the hilt. Translucent energy rippled and swelled outward, while energy gathered along the straight upright edge of the Hengdao, making it glow ever brighter. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and parted her crimson lips.
"Sitting and Forgetting Scripture, Water Winding Through Clouds."
A brilliant saber aura shot into the sky, then plunged fiercely toward the center of the round platform!
Clang!
A blade tip formed from spiritual energy stabbed into the ground.
Then came a hum! A strange semicircular field spread from the blade, faintly visible to the naked eye, almost covering the entire karst cave. Water droplets seemed summoned into the air, while everyone's movements were hindered as though trapped in a swamp!
"What powerful Water Control Magic! Who exactly is she?"
Immortals excelled at spells, whether fire manipulation or water control, and all had some knowledge or specialization in them. Yet strangely, Water Control Magic had actually failed.
Bai Yujun pushed both little hands sideways, and identical clones appeared