A faint blade-light flared, silver-white and gleaming, like lightning, like a serpent.
Heavenly Blade Form · Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens.
The Storm Mist Blade pierced through Jinse's chest and abdomen, bursting into a treeful of pear blossoms and tearing the beauty's body into a spray of blood.
Xiang Yuan ended Jinse with a single slash. Sensing spatial fluctuations, he knew full well that what he had slain was an illusory bubble and did not dare pause for even half a step. With a flick of his hand, he tossed aside the beauty's head, raised his blade, and charged straight at Chan'er with the bearing of a lone star and the light of no regret.
With a crisp crack, the space imprisoning Chan'er faintly split open along a seam.
Just one crack?
Xiang Yuan's heart jolted. he vaguely heard soft laughter and low murmurs by his ear, followed by endless illusions: beauties like paintings, enough to steal one's heart at a glance; cloud sleeves and rainbow skirts, tenderness like water.
Within the painted scenes were women in every guise, all of them Jinse. Some were regal and noble, some ethereal as immortals; their seductive eyes were like threads, their brows like crescent moons. Every frown and smile brimmed with charm—truly peerless in grace, capable of toppling kingdoms and cities.
Alluring and unrestrained, like a celestial maiden descended to earth—the finest beauty in the world.
Compared to her, even when Chan'er cast a coquettish glance, it looked like she was rolling her eyes, and her white robes looked like a flower-patterned padded jacket.
I like it when she wears a flower-patterned padded jacket and rolls her eyes!
Red light surged in Xiang Yuan's eyes. His Primordial Spirit burst forth, violently shattering the seductive phantoms surrounding him. The force of heaven and