The Sword's Edge Points To
The flying sword before Ban Yao was unmistakably familiar. The first time she had encountered Lu Xiaotian, she had been wounded by this very sword and fled back to her cave abode.
There was a hint of unfamiliarity amid that familiarity. Compared to before, the aura of the flying sword before her had clearly changed. Amid its airy grace and ethereal lightness, there was now an added depth as profound as an abyss—mysterious and unfathomable.
Yet wherever its edge pointed, it remained as sharp and deadly as ever.
"Where did these worthless sneak attackers come from? How dare they launch a surprise attack from the shadows?" The several members of the Demon Race who had intercepted Ban Yao were startled. Their strength was by no means weak, but the sword before them had come too swiftly and strangely. Before they had much time to react, it had already wounded one of them. How could such methods not make their hearts pound with fear?
"Four against one, and you still have the gall to accuse others. None of you are leaving." A detached voice drifted from the depths of the seawater.
Before the words had even faded, the seemingly ordinary Misty Flying Sword merely hovered in the seawater. Yet the aura as profound as an abyss had already spread without anyone noticing, completely enveloping this stretch of sea.
This abyss-like sword domain covered everything within a thousand-mile radius.
The Plum Blossom Demon Octopus and the others were just mobilizing their spiritual power, or trying to contact the outside world, when they discovered that their connection between their divine senses and this sea region had been severed in an instant.
Their true body had yet to appear, but this sword domain was already so overbearing.
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