Qiu Chan stood outside the Death Palace with her sword in hand. The longsword in her grip broke apart, mingling with sword qi to form a colossal sword a hundred meters long.
The instant the giant sword appeared, the entire sky was suppressed by Sword Intent. Even Chu Han's corpse qi stagnated somewhat, and he could not help cursing her as a freak. Everyone had witnessed Qiu Chan's combat prowess; she had been able to fight seventh-level opponents while still at the sixth level.
One had to know that there was an enormous dividing line between the sixth and seventh levels. Ordinary people could not cross it, and even some geniuses among the Misaar people could not achieve it.
Having a Law or not having one were completely different matters.
Now that Qiu Chan had reached the seventh level, Sword Intent radiated from her entire body. Her sharp edge was fully exposed.
"Move aside. Let me cut down two first!"
Qiu Chan gave a delicate shout, and her figure instantly vanished from where she stood. Wielding the hundred-meter sword, she flashed directly to the side of a Misaar person hiding in the shadows. Before that seventh-level opponent could react, Qiu Chan raised her hand and swung her sword.
The majestic Sword Intent compressed continuously until it became a three-foot sword, cleaving that seventh-level Misaar person in two.
"Sister Qiu Chan, that was so impressive!" Mo Li said with a smile. The Law she had awakened was called Potion Master, fitting her profession perfectly. With a wave of her hand, countless Potions were scattered across the battlefield, spreading through the air.
"Mo Li, what are those Potions of yours for?"
A long whip appeared in Tang Ya's hand. As her figure flickered, she moved like an elegant dancer. Behind her, complex