(Once again, it was the first day of the Lunar New Year. Thank you all, fellow Daoists, for accompanying Xuzhen through another year. I hope everyone's wishes come true and everything goes smoothly in the new year!)
The Giant Sword was shattered by Qin Fengming's pair of enormous, solid fist shadows. Liu Xiangfei, whose mind was linked to it, noticed at once. But he merely smiled faintly, showing no unusual reaction.
It seemed the Soul Slaying Sword's destruction had long been within his expectations.
However, when he saw what lay within the slowly dispersing mist, the calm and indifferent Liu Xiangfei suddenly cried out in alarm, as though he had abruptly witnessed something he should never have seen.
As Liu Xiangfei's cry rang out, two figures suddenly appeared beneath the shroud of the thick, gradually receding soul mist.
The two figures were hazy and indistinct amid the swirling fog, but Liu Xiangfei recognized them at once. They were Qin Fengming and Si Rong, who had been enveloped by the Soul Slaying Sword.
As the mist rapidly faded, the expressions of Qin Fengming and Si Rong gradually became clear as well.
At this moment, Qin Fengming and Si Rong had different looks in their eyes, but the emotions on their faces were much the same. Terror showed within them, but more than anything else, they looked blank and bewildered.
Even now, neither of them seemed to understand why the terrifying Giant Sword had shattered, or how they had managed to withstand it.
It was not that the two of them were ignorant. Rather, what had happened was simply too baffling.
The terrifying Giant Sword had appeared extraordinarily tough and sharp. Although it carried no overwhelming momentum, the dreadful aura that had invaded a cultivator's body without even touching them, acting directly