"It wasn't me!" A faint blush flashed across Xiang Qingcheng's face, quickly turning to anger. As her jade wrist swept around, she flicked her fingertips upward. The jade bracelet wrapped in the middle of the river of swords blazed with brilliant light, countless faint strands of Sword Qi shrouded within its dazzling radiance, too dim to see with the naked eye. All one could make out was the dense mass of Sword Qi shooting toward them, enough to make one's scalp prickle.
"That was just an accident last time. I didn't do it on purpose, so why are you attacking so fiercely?" Lu Xiaotian's expression was also somewhat helpless. The sword bracelet in this woman's hand was truly formidable. Its dense, fierce sword intent was even more brazen and domineering than that of ordinary men. For it to display such power and might in her hands was no easy feat. Judging by her attacks alone, her attainments in the sword might not be inferior to his. During a past duel with Xiang Kuang, Lu Xiaotian had heard him praise Lu's Misty Flying Sword formation to the skies. Yet when speaking of the sword cultivators he had encountered in his life in Xiang, Xiang Kuang had said that only one or two cultivators of the same stage could be considered his equal—and one of them was a member of the imperial clan.
This woman could enter and leave the Black Prison, so she must be the imperial clan powerhouse Xiang Kuang had mentioned. The Xiang imperial clan truly was a forest of strong practitioners.
"You're still bringing that up!" Hearing Lu Xiaotian say it had only been an accident, Xiang Qingcheng's face flushed crimson, and her flying swords grew even fiercer.
Xu Qin cast suspicious glances between the two. Her good