As guard A Hu fell, Ji Lanxin, who was still at the final stage of Mending Array in the distance, merely cast a cold glance his way.
The emotion on her face was not sorrow over the guard's death, but contempt and dissatisfaction that even in death, he had failed to break open the sword stele.
Fortunately, seeing that Miao Ying on the other side was still comprehending the sword stele and seemed faintly on the verge of breaking it, Ji Lanxin's expression improved considerably.
At the same time, where the Frostlight Sword Sect's group stood.
With a muffled cracking sound, a fissure appeared in the sword stele that Nie Yuanbai and Nie Wushuang had been comprehending. The rotten wooden sword within fell straight down through the crack.
Nie Yuanbai was still immersed in the sword intent within the stele. His eyes remained shut, his aura completely unrestrained, and he seemed to be in deep meditation. Even as the wooden sword was about to strike the top of his head, he showed no reaction at all.
Fortunately, Nie Wushuang had awakened by then. Sensing the movement overhead, he immediately caught the falling wooden sword.
The instant the longsword landed in his hand, Nie Wushuang felt his mind clear. His aura then erupted in an instant, his sharpness fully exposed. As he grasped the sword intent still lingering in his heart, the hand holding the wooden sword moved of its own accord, thrusting at the stone stele.
Bang!
A tremendous boom erupted.
Just as everyone thought that the frail, decayed wooden sword would surely be shattered to pieces by the impact, they saw it pierce straight into the sword stele. In that instant, the sharpness emanating from its blade was no less formidable than that of an ordinary Heaven-grade treasured sword!