"You won? Big Sister, aren't you underestimating me too much?"
As Jiang Chuan spoke, the Power of Time gathered around him, transforming into a long river.
The river seemed poised to pierce through past, present, and future, without beginning or end, flowing from the unknown time and space of the past toward the endless future.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As saber hums rang out, one Jiang Chuan after another emerged above the long river.
Some of these Jiang Chuans looked more youthful than Jiang Chuan himself. Some wore blood-stained clothes. Others had graying temples and vicissitudes in their eyes, clearly having endured long years.
"The Dao of Time! Not good!"
Chu Wan'er's pupils suddenly constricted. She realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.
From the moment Chu Wan'er thrust her sword into Jiang Chuan's chest to the moment Jiang Chuan unleashed Wan Daoyi's Fifth Blade and summoned his Bodies of Past and Future, everything had seemed slow, yet had happened in a flash.
Before Chu Wan'er could react, all eight Jiang Chuans attacked at once.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Eight beams of saber light that could shatter heaven and split earth cleaved toward Chu Wan'er in unison.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Streams of saber light exploded one after another. Chu Wan'er's delicate body was sent flying, while the scattered saber light surged like rolling tides and swallowed her whole.
Several dozen breaths later, once the aftershocks faded, Chu Wan'er appeared before Jiang Chuan once more.
At this moment, only one word could describe Chu Wan'er: bedraggled.
Her blue immortal dress had been torn apart. Saber wounds split open her snow-white skin, and scarlet blood flowed endlessly from them, lending her a different kind of beauty.
"I should have realized long ago that you were proficient in the Dao of Time."