"I came to take your head." The shrill laughter drifted in and out among the mountains and woods. It sounded like two different voices, yet they were strangely fused as one, giving rise to an unsettling, contradictory feeling.
"To take my head, you'll have to see whether you're capable of it." Ye Ziyu hovered in midair, her gaze calm as she spread out her divine sense, tracking her opponent's movements.
"The foremost of the Misty Sword Arts, and you still dare speak so arrogantly. Today, I'll show you what true swordsmanship is." The coquettish laughter turned into a cold snort. Suddenly, a flying sword shot out of the dense forest like a huge iron plow. Wherever it passed, towering old trees and boulders were ripped apart. It was truly unstoppable.
Ye Ziyu raised a hand. A square blue-and-gold silk handkerchief spun and expanded in midair, then drifted lightly toward the flying sword.
Clang! The flying sword struck the silk handkerchief, ringing out again and again. Yet despite looking powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, it couldn't cut through the thin blue-and-gold cloth.
"What a formidable defensive treasure. Looks like these past few hundred years haven't gone to waste." The man-and-woman voices sounded in succession. The opponent flicked a finger, and another flying sword shot out.
Ye Ziyu beckoned with her left hand, and a three-foot-long sharp sword appeared in it. She slashed through the air, and at once, a river of sword light surged down through the void, meeting the opponent's flying sword head-on. Unexpectedly, a flash of spiritual light passed over the sword in midair, and it split in two without warning. One blade charged toward the river of sword light Ye Ziyu had unleashed, while the other pointed straight at her forehead.
At the same time,