The moment those words left his mouth, not only the little Zhulong, but even the mysterious figure beside them froze.
"Exactly, exactly!" Even Fuxie burst into hearty laughter, his voice brimming with bold, generous spirit. "We Sword Cultivators ought to have such mettle! That's why I chose you, An Jing!"
"...There's no time to joke around now!"
Drawing a deep breath, Feng Boye's tone abruptly turned resolute. Time flowed around her, and a power from the deepest depths of her bloodline began to surge forth. "You truly are strong. I chose to be born, chose you, chose to be born because of you..."
"I know very well that perhaps you aren't joking, but I can't gamble Huaixu's survival—the survival of all living beings in the two realms of Huaixu and Dahuang!"
"Now, I must shoulder my responsibility too, and bear my Heavenly Fate!"
Before her words had even faded, she had already become a streak of light, thrusting out with her sword!
"It's good that you possess such resolve."
An Jing casually raised his sword to parry. As their blades crossed, a crisp clang rang out, and the edges of the two swords reflected two similar faces whose underlying colors were now utterly different.
An Jing gazed at her calmly. "You copied my talents, my abilities—everything about me, didn't you?"
"This sword is indeed at the level of my current self."
"Yes!" Feng Boye felt it. The instant she clashed with An Jing, an independent spacetime utterly unlike the time controlled by her own Zhulong power stood motionlessly still, blocking all the effects of her Time Light. She could not help but marvel, "You truly are the one and only genius of this age!"
Then golden flames ignited in her eyes. "But you are human in the end, while I