The red candles and palace lamps had already made the room bright enough, but in that instant, their light was utterly eclipsed by the sword radiance. Snow-bright sword light filled the entire room, as though a full moon had risen within it.
When Murong Jingyue had unleashed the Divine Saber Slash before, it too had produced a round moon of blade light. Yet that moon had been eerie and cold, filled with the aura of death and destruction. This moon, however, was far gentler—pure, white, and tranquil.
But in the eyes of an expert like Song Qingshu, he knew perfectly well that though this moon looked beautiful, every inch of its light contained killing intent. If one's cultivation was insufficient, one might be pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords before even reacting. After all, moonlight was like sunlight: it shone upon all things and was everywhere.
Zhao Min came to her senses as well, but all she could see was a vast expanse of moonlight. She could not make out anything at all. Even under normal circumstances, she would have had no way to strike back, much less now, when her vital points had been restrained and her entire body was limp and weak.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu was beside her. Though he had been ambushed while at his most unguarded, his cultivation naturally would not be troubled by sword light filling the sky. At the critical moment, he raised his hand and caught the other party's sword between two fingers with flawless precision. The moonlight gradually faded, revealing the assassin in full.
Although the assassin was dressed in black, it could not conceal her tall, slender figure. Her face was veiled, but her jewel-like, glittering eyes showed that she was unquestionably a beauty among beauties. A sudden pang