"Rao Yaoyao?"
While vanished, Xu Xiaoshou's heart contracted sharply, and he immediately fled.
Yet his One Step to Heaven seemed to slam into a barrier and rebound.
Rao Yaoyao glanced in that direction, her red lips curving.
Before she even moved, the Xuancang Divine Sword gave a single cry. As vast sword intent swept out, the portrait avatar exploded into dust.
"Looks like that wasn't your sword. I thought so too—after all, this was an artistic conception only Xiao Kongtong could create."
After a pause, Rao Yaoyao spoke again to the empty air before her. "It's rare for you to have emerged so quickly. No wonder my Red Dust Heart-Refining didn't work on you before."
Xiao Kongtong's sword had not targeted her. If they spoke only of its aftereffects, it had almost no effect on her, a cultivator who specialized in Emotion Sword Art.
But Xu Xiaoshou had escaped the trap almost as quickly as she had. That surprised Rao Yaoyao.
But only that much.
"This sword may be strong, but Xiao Kongtong is not a Sword Saint. He cannot kill Elder Yan."
Rao Yaoyao's pretty face remained calm. "So, Xu Xiaoshou, stop struggling. Your ending was decided long ago. Come out willingly, and I can reduce your sentence as I see fit."
Hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou canceled his Vanishing Art and revealed himself.
"A man without trustworthiness knows not what he can accomplish."
"Can I take your word for it?"
He came out? Even Rao Yaoyao was startled by such a change.
She had only said it casually. She had not expected Xu Xiaoshou to actually dare show himself.
Not just her—before the Thousand-Li Mirror Transmission Technique, people gradually emerged from the influence of the Second World as well.
After all, that sword had targeted only Yan Wuse. They