The six women unleashed Sword Heart Studio's inherited supreme arts, like immortals descending from beyond the heavens—breathtakingly beautiful.
The sword arts they had learned were all different. One move was very familiar to Xiang Yuan; he had once witnessed Sima Qingyan draw her sword. By the standards of the foremost powers in the land, these sword moves were all on the same level as Heavenly Saber Sect's Lone Star Chasing Moon.
However, their level of acupoint opening could not compare to Sima Qingyan's. Though their sword momentum was beautiful, flaws inevitably existed for one reason or another.
With all nine apertures open, Xiang Yuan's gaze turned fierce. He precisely identified the flaws, and a spark of Five Elements Gold blossomed at the tip of the Tiger Roar Saber. Raising his blade, he charged into the gaps between the fluttering robes of the fairies.
He had previously comprehended the force of a shooting star from Lone Star Chasing Moon. After honing his blade for three months, he had thoroughly integrated it into his own saber art. Now, as he unleashed it, saber qi streaked in every direction, trailing a white ribbon behind it. It truly resembled a meteor slicing across the heavens, leaving behind a dazzling tail of light.
The fairies danced gracefully, their attacks rolling in like waves. Xiang Yuan neither understood nor had any desire to appreciate such artistic beauty. With one slash, he reached Tang Rou. As blade and sword collided, he forcibly broke her sword momentum with his inborn divine strength, then struck Tang Rou's shoulder with a backhanded palm.
True qi burst forth, grievously wounding her in a single move.
Tang Rou's expression changed dramatically. Injured by that palm strike, she staggered out of the encirclement, collapsed to the ground, and fainted outright.
Though Xiang Yuan