Back in the Shanhai Realm, she had barely comprehended the Love Sword, using it to badly wound Shang Qing. A year had passed since then, and she had gained a deeper understanding of the Love Sword.
She opened her eyes. A breeze swept from the edge of her sword toward Lu Yin, toward Supreme Mountain, and across everyone present.
Everyone touched by the breeze felt something strange, as though their bodies had been exposed to Liu Tianmu's sword. That sword hung over everyone's heads.
Shang Qing halted on the Heavenly Ladder and looked at Liu Tianmu gravely.
He was the only one who had ever endured the Thirteenth Sword. Even now, he had no idea how to defend against it. The only thing he could do was keep Liu Tianmu from using it.
Now that the Thirteenth Sword was complete, it was too late for Lu Yin to stop her. Liu Tianmu could bring her sword down at any moment.
The outcome of this battle depended entirely on whether Lu Yin could remain standing after one strike.
Shang Qing had the Three Yang Ancestor Qi on his side. He didn't need to act himself. But what about Lu Yin? If he was badly wounded by one strike, how far could he go in the rest of the competition? What a shame.
Lu Yin stared intently at Liu Tianmu's sword. His pupils turned into runes, and he immediately tried to weaken it, but it was useless. With his current mastery of the Zhou Yan True Scripture, he couldn't weaken the Thirteenth Sword. Jin He or Tai Yi Shen might have been able to.
The Thirteenth Sword was complete. As the breeze brushed his cheek, Lu Yin knew he couldn't stop it. The Zhou Yan True Scripture couldn't weaken it, and the