Farther away, atop a tall building.
Three people stood by the railing, their gazes piercing through the autumn wind as they watched the two women fighting in the wind. Yet more often than not, their eyes fell on the blind man in front of the tavern.
By now, they had realized—the blind man before the tavern still had not made a move!
Nor had Du Yulin used that peerless sword!
They knew that if Du Yulin used that sword, Xu Yan would definitely be no match for her!
Their master had coveted that sword for more than a decade. Du Yulin's cultivation was as insignificant as an ant's, yet she had managed to kill two masters of the Wind and Rain Tower solely because of that sword.
They believed that if Du Yulin brought out that sword now, her combat strength would surely soar tremendously!
Yet even now, Du Yulin had not used it!
Why?
The brows of the three tower masters furrowed tightly, their hearts filled with doubt.
"Rumble!"
Like thunder crashing down, a sword flashed like lightning—it was Xu Yan's ultimate move!
Du Yulin had just retreated several yards and had not even steadied herself when another streak of sword light came slashing toward her.
In an instant, Du Yulin's pupils contracted sharply. Her left hand swept out again!
Dozens of embroidery needles shot forth, like dozens of spirit swords, slicing toward the approaching woman with chilling killing intent!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The needle-like flashes tore through the air in a dense barrage!
Startled, Xu Yan had no choice but to retreat again and again. She withdrew more than a hundred yards, all the way before the dark mass of troops, before barely managing to stabilize herself.
Du Yulin looked at the dark mass of armored cavalry before