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"Yellow Springs Killing Path! Lingering Affection of Light-Years!" Di Xianchen's counterattack had finally arrived. As his sword technique activated, a cloud of mist suddenly surged from behind him, forming the spectacle of ten thousand horses galloping. His afterimages spread all around, fading one by one. Yet as the shadows vanished, his Sword Qi grew increasingly intense. By the time he opened his eyes, the power had already been condensed to an unfathomable degree. He did not continue chanting; he merely swung his sword lightly toward the front!
As I chanted my spell, my face went cold. Moves that appeared ordinary often concealed deadly techniques beneath the surface, with frightening power. I understood the techniques of the Yellow Springs Killing Path best of all. The more violent they looked, the less powerful they tended to be. But the gentler they seemed, the more surely they would smash through anything in their path!
How could a sword technique created by Di Xianchen not be powerful? This sword moved as slowly as a thousand years, yet its power was terrifying beyond compare. Xin Shinian had exhausted her sword technique, but with the intention of protecting me, she immediately used another move, trying to stop Di Xianchen's sword!
Yet the fleeting clouds and pale dogs vanished, leaving no trace in the empty air. This sword was like an immortal departing yesterday for a place a thousand miles away. Wherever its radiance pointed, it stood invincible. With a thunderous boom, one of Xin Shinian's arms was severed. Pain tightened her eyes, but just as Di Xianchen's sword verse declared, "The lingering sword light of deep affection grows old through light-years," the sword had not ended. Like a devoted young master who would never leave or abandon his beloved, it continued hacking toward me!
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