The two sides remained locked in combat for a while longer. The assassins gradually gained the upper hand. Yelü Nanxian suddenly let out a sharp cry and seized an opportunity to leap into the air. The assassins instinctively looked up, only to find their vision filled with a blinding expanse of white. They reflexively shut their eyes.
They were all masters and immediately realized something was wrong, about to open their eyes again. Unfortunately, they no longer had the chance. They only felt a chill at their throats and hurriedly clutched their necks, but could not stop the blood from pouring out. Their mouths made gurgling sounds, yet they could not utter another word.
Song Qingshu nodded repeatedly. Yelü Nanxian's swordsmanship was called the Sun Moon Divine Sword precisely because it made full use of sunlight and moonlight. When attacking, it could disrupt an opponent's vision. On an overcast day, the power of her swordsmanship would be greatly diminished. These assassins had been terribly unlucky. Though they had launched their ambush at night, tonight happened to be a full moon, with not a single cloud to obscure it. That was also why Yelü Nanxian had deliberately moved the battlefield into the courtyard.
She could actually have used the candlelight indoors as well, but many candles had been extinguished during the fighting. She could hardly relight them now, so she could only come outside and rely on the moonlight.
Yelü Nanxian braced herself with her sword, her chest heaving violently. Clearly, that ultimate move had drained her greatly, and she had no choice but to pause and settle her turbulent inner energy.
"What fine swordsmanship for such a young lady. Using moonlight to bewilder the mind is truly astounding." An aged yet imposing voice suddenly rang out.
"Who's there?" Yelü Nanxian's