Within the Pure White Sword Realm, the moment Si Kong Ya was kicked away, everyone's mouths fell open.
They knew that this oddly dressed girl was Jiang Lin's Sword Spirit. After all, a Sword Cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm could already nurture a Sword Spirit. What they had not expected was that this exceptionally pure-looking Sword Spirit had actually kicked the Ancient Sword Spirit away.
And this Sword Spirit was far too beautiful, wasn't she? Beneath her short skirt, her delicate, long legs stood together, her willow waist lightly cinched by the sash. The rise and fall of her chest was just right, as though only the figure of such an innocent girl could match her exquisite, pretty face.
Unfortunately, beneath the skirt was a pair of safety shorts. Who knew which damned person had invented them!
Not far away, the Ancient Sword Spirit, Si Kong Ya, slowly rose and looked toward the smiling girl.
Meeting those silver-white eyes head-on, Si Kong Ya thought of a legend for some reason—a legend countless times more ancient than even she was!
A faint sense of awe even arose in Si Kong Ya's heart.
This awe did not come from that kick the girl had just delivered.
That kick from the pure-looking girl had indeed been impressive, like a longsword cleaving down with tremendous force.
But that had also been because of her own carelessness. She had been caught off guard and ambushed. In terms of true strength, Si Kong Ya felt confident that she could defeat her.
However, as a Sword Spirit herself, Si Kong Ya clearly sensed that this girl's strength was absolutely not limited to this little bit! What she had truly revealed was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Without realizing it, Si Kong Ya's gaze shifted to