"Silver saddle... shining... white horse..." Song Qingshu clearly was not shouting with force. He merely recited the poem calmly, yet everyone across the vast battlefield heard every word with perfect clarity, as though it sent a tremor from the depths of their souls.
With one arm around Xia Qingqing and the other around Dongfang Muxue, Song Qingshu stepped forward. The air seemed to turn solid beneath his feet, rippling outward in faint rings.
"How could this be..." Everyone on the battlefield looked up in disbelief, trembling from head to toe in shock.
Not to mention the others—even Dongfang Muxue was dumbfounded. She had always considered her lightness skill among the very best in the martial world. Though Song Qingshu's had previously been formidable, it had only been roughly equal to hers at her peak. But what she saw now made her unable to believe her own eyes.
If one resorted to trickery, the martial world's greatest experts could create the illusion of walking upon the moon. She had seen Feng Qingyang do something similar during the battle at the Summit of the Forbidden City. But that could only be done from above downward, and one had to pass through at extreme speed. How could it compare to Song Qingshu's ascent from below, strolling through the air as though climbing stairs?
This was no longer lightness skill. It was a miracle!
Dongfang Muxue knew full well that not only she, but every master of lightness skill in the martial world combined, would be incapable of such a feat.
Xia Qingqing, beside her, did not think as deeply as Dongfang Muxue. She simply basked in a blissful dizziness. Just when she had believed herself doomed, her beloved had descended from the heavens to save her, then appeared before hundreds of thousands of