Chang'e spoke softly. Moonlight spilled around her, directly suppressing Ruo Bing's sword aura. The gap between a god-tier and a Chief God was not so easily bridged.
"You haven't improved much in five thousand years. If I became a Chief God too, I'd cut you down with a single sword!" Ruo Bing withstood the pressure, fury filling her brow. She raised her sword again, carrying an unmatched sharpness. Countless cracks appeared around her, and even the ground was torn apart by the sword aura.
Cracks appeared throughout the surrounding space, as though it had been cleaved apart by an invisible blade.
The foremost swordswoman from five thousand years ago!
Ye Qingwei and the others stood beside Ruo Bing. At this moment, they could feel the sword aura most clearly, and their hearts were filled with shock and fear.
"Master, I can't hold on much longer!"
Qiu Chan had been holding the sword with Ruo Bing all along. Though most of the pressure fell upon Ruo Bing, part of it still had to be borne by her.
Qiu Chan was still only level nine. How could she endure the pressure of a god-tier and a Chief God?
Cracks covered her body, as though she had been hammered by some enormous mallet.
"Hold on. Your master is here. You'll be fine!"
Ruo Bing gritted her teeth and transferred all the pressure on Qiu Chan onto herself. In an instant, cracks appeared across her body.
The Sword Law was considered one of the more powerful Laws. Whether it was physical strength, soul bodies, or offensive power, those who wielded the Sword Law possessed foundational attributes far surpassing those of other beings.
Yet the Sword Law's greatest strength was still its killing power.
At that moment, Chang'e's moonlight was pierced open by a massive