A Somber Sword

In the blink of an eye, countless sword marks appeared in the wind.

They came from the snowy lake in the Imperial City, from Cloudmist Mountain Manor outside the city, and from the space before the imperial palace's Hall of the Son of Heaven, tearing through the void.

The reversal came too quickly. Before Feng Linglong could react, her white robes were already stained with blood.

Her reaction, too, was beyond Wang Xian's expectations.

Just as Wang Xian was about to strike again, Feng Linglong vanished before him... The wind and snow remained, but she had resolutely disappeared from the young man's sight.

But once the bowstring was drawn, there was no turning back. Wang Xian naturally had no intention of letting her leave.

In an instant, he tore through the void before him and followed close on her heels, arriving on the boundless wasteland.

One Sword No Trace, a streak of black lightning, struck Feng Linglong, hidden in the vast wasteland, drawing a cry of shock from her. She had no choice but to swing the broken sword in her hand and strike back!

Even a broken sword flashed like lightning as it slashed into Wang Xian's world.

But all she struck was a patch of chaos.

The instant she came to her senses, a black demonic sword was already three feet from her.

So Feng Linglong could only vanish into the wind and snow once more.

The two returned to the depths of the mountains at Cloudmist Mountain Manor. The world was blanketed in snow, making the streak of blood on Feng Linglong's clothes stand out all the more.

Feng Linglong was furious.

Pointing her broken sword at Wang Xian, she rebuked him. "Are you really determined to fight to the death?"

Wang Xian nodded. "If you're alive,