As Ling Wuyuan successfully emerged from the ancient ruin.
His first instinct had been to greet Su Qingyue.
But in the next moment.
Through his own senses, he immediately detected that something was wrong with her.
Although she bore no obvious wounds, that sense of weakness could not be faked.
Ling Wuyuan could not help asking in confusion:
"...What happened to you?"
"Are you injured?"
Facing his question.
While suppressing her pain, Su Qingyue answered somewhat helplessly:
"I was indeed injured a little..."
"While observing it, the Sword Intent within that sword scar directly severed the mental power I had extended with a slash across space..."
As she spoke, there was a faint sense of relief in Su Qingyue's voice.
For she could clearly tell that the strike which had injured her had merely been an instinctive reaction from that remnant Sword Intent.
Moreover.
Its primary target had been the ancient ruin from beginning to end; it had always remained attached to that sword scar.
Had that not been the case.
The injuries she suffered would definitely have been far more severe than they were now.
Even facing genuine mortal danger would have been perfectly normal.
It could only be said that although she had acted cautiously beforehand, the power of that higher existence had still displayed abilities beyond anything she had imagined...
That Sword Intent within the scar had existed for who knew how many years, and those Sword Intents had not even regarded her as their primary target, yet that inconceivable power had effortlessly shattered all her defenses and countermeasures. Following the connection between her mental power and body, it had dealt her a truly devastating blow across space!!
Even now, when she recalled what had happened.
A lingering fear still involuntarily welled up in Su Qingyue's heart...