Luo Qing's Sword Qi carried a lively vitality, much like her own temperament. It gave off a pleasing, vibrant sensation.
Wherever the sword edge passed, droplets of water floated in the void. Each one was perfectly round and crystalline. They looked tiny, but the moment one's gaze touched them, it would involuntarily sink inside. The tiny droplets were like endless vast lakes, teeming with life—eagles soaring through the sky, fish swimming through the water, and lush grass and trees.
Even the gazes of these two members of the Demon Race, the Pi Deer Demons who were nearly akin to undead creatures, sensed that exuberant vitality.
"Not good!" Deer Shadow and Deer Lin's hearts each jolted. Although Luo Qing's Sword Qi was not aimed at them, they were naturally fond of living in places thick with deathly aura, dancing with dark and sinister death qi. The cultivation arts they practiced and the paths they believed in were also inseparable from their surroundings.
Yet Luo Qing's sword intent was now nearly shaking the Dao hearts of the two Pi Deer Demons. "Those who follow different paths cannot make common cause"—this saying applied to cultivators as well. The paths both sides cultivated were diametrically opposed. If they drew too close while their understandings of the Dao differed, the one with the shallower comprehension would often suffer greatly, just as Deer Shadow and Deer Lin were now.
Especially Deer Lin, who had previously shared the Evil Origin Toad's thoughts but had merely failed to act—his face had nearly turned green. When Lu Wushuang struck earlier, all the demons had witnessed the murderous skill hidden beneath her beautiful appearance. Luo Qing's temperament gave off an approachable, lively feeling, but once she began fighting, her attacks could pierce straight into the Dao heart.
Even creatures that