Sword Venerable Su Ran: A joke, does my Sword Heart Studio still intend to keep you here?

On the high platform above the spirit spring, Sword Venerable Su Ran sat suspended in the air. Her jade-like features were elegant, her black hair like ink. Judging by her peerless beauty alone, she was clearly a young woman scarcely twenty.

Yet her sword-like brows swept into her temples, her sideburns sharp as if cut, and an inviolable majesty shone between her brows. She was every inch a person of high rank, one who held the power of life and death in her hands.

Hearing Xiang Yuan request an audience, Sword Venerable Su Ran frowned slightly.

Xiang Yuan of the Heavenly Sect, not Xiang Yuan of the True Heart Dao!

Those words carried a great deal of meaning. Sword Venerable Su Ran had no choice but to open her eyes and properly scrutinize Xiang Yuan. Then...

Clang!

Shang Qingmeng teleported through space. Her jade fingers came together and slashed out a streak of sword light, its fierce edge condensed into a beam that shot straight for Xiang Yuan's brow.

The void tore like silk. An utterly condensed ray of sword light burst through the air, thin as a strand of hair, yet slicing apart all the air in its path.

Don't dodge!

I'll dodge!

Their figures shifted and traded places—one pursuing, one fleeing—flashing ceaselessly above the spirit spring, leaving Sword Venerable Su Ran utterly speechless.

How outrageous! Where do you think you two are?!

With a cold snort from Sword Venerable Su Ran, and without any visible movement from her, the space within the lesser grotto-heaven solidified. An immense pressure descended, imprisoning Xiang Yuan's body and rendering him unable to move, leaving him stiffly standing in midair like a wooden puppet.

Shang Qingmeng snorted and stepped forward. Sword lights came one after another, scraping away at Xiang Yuan in a