Royal Capital.
A three-hundred-foot Sword Shadow condensed the void into reality. Sword Intent spanned the sky, its killing intent chilling.
The next moment.
The Sword Intent abruptly surged.
Buzz!!
Heaven and earth trembled. Even the void seemed to begin churning, vision blurring and twisting.
At this critical moment.
Screech—
A white gleam suddenly erupted from the depths of the Royal Capital, unbelievably fast.
Like a fleeting startled swan, in but an instant, the white gleam crossed layer upon layer of space and struck the three-hundred-foot Sword Shadow with unerring precision.
Clang—
An exceedingly crisp clash of metal rang through heaven and earth. Soundwaves spread like ripples, making the ears of everyone in the city ache and whipping up a violent gale from thin air.
Yet beneath this strike, the three-hundred-foot Sword Shadow seemed to have been struck precisely at its crucial point. Spiderweb cracks spread and extended before it shattered apart.
As the Sword Intent dispersed, the figure of the white-robed Sword Immortal emerged.
He was still standing atop a Flying Sword, his right hand holding a long sword in its sheath. His expression remained as indifferent as ever as he looked toward the Royal Capital, as though this strike had not surprised him in the least.
At this moment, after the white gleam that had ripped through the air bounced into the sky above the Royal Capital, it tumbled and spun, gradually allowing everyone to see it clearly. It was a three-foot long sword, its blade like a pool of clear spring water.
Within the city, a white figure rose into the air. Her form was light and graceful as she walked upon the sky.
She wore white trousers and a white skirt, her long hair fluttering in the wind.
She was a maiden who looked no older than