Lu Chen did not answer. He withdrew the lightning patterns, gripped Root Severer with both hands, and poured all his true essence into it.
The silver-white glow on the blade exploded, lighting the ruined temple as brightly as day. The Sixth Councilor narrowed his eyes and raised his short blade to block.
The instant sword and blade collided, the Sixth Councilor's short blade shattered.
Root Severer cleaved through the short blade and continued downward, chopping into the Sixth Councilor's shoulder before stopping at his collarbone. Silver-white light burned within the wound, charring the surrounding flesh.
The Sixth Councilor screamed and struck Lu Chen's chest with his palm, sending him flying. Lu Chen crashed into a pillar of the ruined temple; the pillar broke, and half the roof collapsed.
He crawled out of the rubble and spat out blood. Root Severer was still in his hand. The silver-white light on its blade had dimmed somewhat, but it still shone.
The Sixth Councilor clutched the wound on his shoulder and backed away. Smoke rose from the wound, and the silver-white light continued to burn. No matter how he slapped at it, he could not put it out.
"Y-Your sword carries the power of the Dragon Soul Mirror!"
Lu Chen got to his feet and took a step forward. The Sixth Councilor took another step back.
"Wasn't the Dragon Soul Mirror dead?"
Lu Chen took another step. The Sixth Councilor turned and ran.
[Target fleeing. Pursue?]
"No need." Lu Chen sheathed Root Severer at his waist. The true essence in his dantian had dropped from seventy percent to fifty percent, while the wound on his left arm still throbbed faintly.
Yun Qingyue jumped down from her horse and ran over to support him. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. He won't