After swallowing the Bloodburning Pill, Liu Yun's cultivation had seemingly shattered an invisible shackle in an instant.
Vast spiritual power surged and roared through every meridian in her body like scorching magma.
Her aura climbed steadily, reaching a height that made Du Yulin feel suffocated in an instant...
It was an absolute gap of an entire major realm!
The difference in this strike was as vast as heaven and earth.
Du Yulin's palm, gripping her spirit sword, was drenched in cold sweat. She could clearly feel the mountain-collapsing pressure radiating from her opponent. In truth, she had no confidence that she could block this strike.
Liu Yun's sword intent was like an impenetrable net, sealing off every path of retreat. Whether Du Yulin dodged left or blocked right, she could not escape the pursuing sword light.
So, just as she had whenever she encountered danger in Azure Dragon Town—
Almost instinctively, as though it were etched into her bones—she wanted to turn back, to call out, to beg that person for help.
"Wang Xian..."
Yet Liu Yun thought of nothing.
Her mind was blank. There was only the Glazed Sword in her hand, and the woman before her whom she had waited ten years for.
She only wanted to strike with this sword, pouring ten years of endurance, ten years of schemes, and ten years of hatred into it.
Her thoughts were simple.
Even simpler than Du Yulin's chaotic thoughts at that moment.
She wanted only her opponent's head to fall to the ground. Nothing more.
Having surged to the peak, the blood essence within her body burned madly like ignited oil, pushing her cultivation to an unimaginable level.
In an instant, the Glazed Sword in her hand suddenly became incomparably bright!
The mottled patterns on the blade, like tear