Meanwhile, Lord of Light was being besieged by the women and had no time to coordinate with the two sword saints from Japan against Song Qingshu.
Though none of these women could withstand a single exchange with him alone, their cooperation left him struggling to attend to both sides, and subduing them all completely was quite troublesome.
The main reason was that he had initially been reluctant to harm such beautiful women, which had made them fearless and left him constrained.
But after roughly ten exchanges, Lord of Light hardened his heart. These women were beautiful, yes, but there were countless beautiful women in the world. Not to mention anything else, more than half of Song Qingshu's confidantes were not even here.
Hmph. Once I seize the realm, what kind of woman could I not have?
With that thought, he discarded his previous tenderness toward women and decided to deal with Song Qingshu first.
Thus, he no longer showed mercy. In an instant, he shattered the women's combined formation. Xiaolongnü and the others were sent flying backward, coughing blood. They clearly had no strength left to fight.
Xia Qingqing was somewhat weaker in martial arts, yet she had suffered the lightest injuries in that exchange. Seeing him charge toward Song Qingshu, she gathered her courage despite her fear and blocked his path.
"Move!" Lord of Light roared, striking at her with his palm.
"Qingqing!" A Jiu cried out in alarm and hurriedly swung her sword to save her.
Lord of Light snorted and casually pressed his hand against the sword tip. A Jiu's blade, sharp enough to cut iron like mud, shattered into pieces like a porcelain doll. She could only watch helplessly as that terrifying palm traveled down the blade toward the top of her head.
At the same