Military Formation · Ancient Battlefield.
The blood-soaked wind of the battlefield brushed Yu Sui's nose. She drew her gaze back from the distance, her pitch-black eyes meeting Chen Yongfu, who stood behind the sword spirit.
Chen Yongfu's gaze was icy, but his grip on his sword tightened. His heart was pounding.
He was still caught up in the scene of Liu Yi being killed in an instant. Facing Yu Sui in the Black Wind Robe, he felt immense pressure. The robe concealed her completely; he couldn't even make out her height or build.
Chen Yongfu naturally never imagined that the person beneath the Black Wind Robe was a young girl. In his mind, he had already pictured a seasoned veteran: a mature, steady middle-aged man.
They hadn't even crossed swords, and his heart was already in disarray.
The battlefield soldiers, now reduced to skeletons, crawled out of the earth, which was slick with black mud. Their bodies were stuck halfway out, not yet fully risen from the ground, revealing the hesitation in the mind of the formation's master.
Chen Yongfu steadied himself again, then tried to speak with Yu Sui. "Tonight, East Wind Sea came for Mei Chengyu. If Your Excellency accidentally injures—"
Before he could finish, he saw the qi spreading from beneath his opponent's feet, rippling outward in circles like drops hitting water. Blue starlight flickered one after another amid the ripples on the ground.
As Yu Sui lifted her eyes to look at Cheng Yongfu, every twinkling star turned into an indistinct rune.
Like Xue Mushi, Yu Sui intended to kill with a single strike. She didn't want to make too many moves, lest she waste time and draw others here. She also feared leaving too many traces behind.
Seeing this, Chen Yongfu's mind raced through several