"Impossible!" My expression turned grim. I had clearly seen King Yu'an reduced to a state of being riddled with wounds. Even if she could recover quickly, she should have needed to remain beneath the sea for at least some time. After all, repairing the damage to one's Dao body depended on the area of the injured parts. In her condition, how could she have recovered completely without one or two minutes!?
From the moment she fell into the sea to the moment I flew into the air, less than half a minute had passed at most. Was King Yu'an simply defying the heavens?
I drew a deep breath and suddenly remembered the Sword of Calamity. This sword possessed a sword-heart and was exceptionally fond of deadly sword duels. Could it be that this sword was forcibly controlling King Yu'an?
"Who are you?" I asked through clenched teeth. King Yu'an lowered her head and forcefully summoned the sword back, then let out a deep laugh. Mixed with the torrential rain, it sounded like a low-frequency, eerie cackle that made my blood run cold.??
"I am me." The old King Yu'an spoke with utmost seriousness. Then she looked at her own slender, delicate hands, her five fingers tender as green onions. She raised her head again to look at me and revealed a smile capable of intoxicating anyone.
"You..." I froze for a moment. During the battle just now, I had vaguely glimpsed what King Yu'an had looked like in her youth. But now, I was seeing it for real. Not a single wrinkle remained on her face, and the clothes that had originally fit her snugly had become slightly tight after she regained her youth. Her breathtaking beauty and flowing black hair radiated an allure so powerful it seemed to halt