The man in the bamboo hat saw that ghostly figure closing in on him. Startled, he hurriedly circulated his Internal Energy and let out a furious roar as he forcibly twisted aside to dodge. But the sword before him still cut open his right shoulder, spraying blood.
The ghostly figure rushed over, seized his sword, and followed through with a slash at him.
The man in the bamboo hat rolled aside. The blade swept just above the tip of his nose, slicing through his hat.
Just as he was about to counterattack, lightning burst from the blade and instantly engulfed his body. Unimaginable pain forced a scream from him; he then crashed to the ground and rolled several times before finally stopping.
Xu Ning came to a stop as well. She flicked her sword downward, shaking the lightning Origin Energy from its blade.
The Demonic Sect martial artists saw a young woman gravely wound the man in the bamboo hat, and every one of them was terrified. They neither fled nor attacked, instead waiting for him to get back up.
Xu Ning walked over and cut off the man's head. Then she raised her sword and looked toward the Demonic Sect martial artists. At this, they panicked completely, caught between advancing and retreating.
Jiang Kuotian and the disarmed martial arts experts recognized Xu Ning too. At the White Emperor Mansion's grand banquet several months ago, Xu Ning had dazzled everyone; no one could rival her brilliance.
"Xu Ning of the Qingxiao Sect is here too! Those two are incredibly skilled. We have a chance!"
"What a fast sword! My eyes can't even keep up..."
"Why does her sword seem even faster than before..."
"Look, there are more people!"
Someone cried out. Figures appeared atop the city wall: the Thirteen Sword