Boom!
The bamboo arrow surged forward without pause, arriving before Liu Yun.
Before the arrow arrived, its fierce wind had already struck. That razor-sharp arrow intent slammed into Liu Yun's face, whipping her hair back and making her robes flap loudly.
Shock appeared on Liu Yun's face.
She was genuinely shocked.
She had never imagined that someone in this world could use an utterly ordinary bamboo arrow to break through her protective aura.
There was no trace of a magical artifact on the bamboo arrow, nor any fluctuation of spiritual power. It was merely... an arrow.
Yet such an arrow carried a power she had never seen before.
That power was not spiritual power, not sword qi, nor any cultivation system familiar to her.
It resembled... the power of heaven and earth itself. Like wind, like rain, like the rising sun and setting moon, the changing of seasons—like the most fundamental and pure Dao in this world.
Then, all the shock in her expression transformed into a ruthless glare.
After all, she had cultivated bitterly for decades. She would not lose her composure over a single arrow, nor would she abandon resistance because of one setback.
The Glazed Sword in her hand instantly rose across her chest, intending to block this life-taking, soul-chasing arrow.
She poured all the spiritual power in her body into the blade. The Glazed Sword shone with a dazzling radiance, like a sun rising in the night sky.
The cracks on the blade were forcibly sealed by spiritual power at that moment. Its sword intent surged, sword qi crisscrossing as though it would cleave the entire world apart.
Amid a thunderous boom, the already-cracked Glazed Sword let out a mournful cry.
The sound was shrill and desolate, like the final howl of a dying beast.
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