Night gradually fell, swiftly enveloping all of Green-Clad Town.
Du Yulin stood in midair, her robes snapping in the wind, sword energy swirling around her like lightning.
Her eyes were cold as frost, fixed firmly on Ye Wuxue dozens of yards away.
In that instant just now, when Wang Xian's Yin-Yang Sword quietly withdrew along with the disappearance of Black and White Impermanence, only her sword intent remained in the wind—
Invincible sword intent.
After that devastating strike earlier, Du Yulin was growing fiercer with every battle.
Having slain countless Wind and Rain Tower assassins with a single stroke, that exhilarating sensation still surged through her veins.
With the Azure Luan's blessing, she developed a strange illusion—
At this moment, she was an invincible existence. That illusion made her forget the gap between their realms, forget the most basic common sense of cultivators.
Only one thought remained: slay the last person.
As far as she could see, only Ye Wuxue remained, his face lecherous.
That middle-aged man who had been constantly plotting against her, that ghostly thin man with a body as tough as diamond—the third tower master of the Wind and Rain Tower.
As Du Yulin looked at him, Wang Xian's earlier words suddenly flashed through her mind—
That blind man had boasted that he would help her kill every assassin in the Wind and Rain Tower.
Good heavens!
Something she had never even dared imagine could actually be done.
At that thought, the sword intent surging from the depths of her heart grew even more blazing, directly resisting the overwhelming fist force Ye Wuxue had sent crashing toward her.
The fist force surged like raging waves, carrying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting boulders as it crushed down upon her. Yet Du Yulin advanced instead of retreating.