Above Cloud Luo Chasm, war flames stretched to the heavens. A black sword light tore through the air, slashing toward Hua Zhongdie.
No one had time to react to the sudden turn of events. No one had expected the Demon Palace Holy Master to strike at his own subordinate.
Hua Zhongdie came back to her senses. Seeing the sword light sweeping toward her at terrifying speed, she tried to evade, but it was already too late.
At the threshold between life and death, the Plain-clothed Figure swept in at high speed. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped directly in front of her.
"Ugh."
The sword light pierced his body. A spray of crimson blood burst forth, misting the sky and blurring the butterfly's eyes.
The staggering Plain-clothed Figure fell before Hua Zhongdie. So close at hand, the splashing scarlet filled her vision, striking her to the core.
Hua Zhongdie stood there blankly, utterly motionless. Her memories had been erased, yet the instinct in her hands still made her reach out and support the person before her.
The gushing blood soaked through her clothes. Hua Zhongdie's heart ached so fiercely that she could barely breathe.
"Aaah!"
With a shrill, mournful cry, Hua Zhongdie's demonic essence surged straight toward the crown of her head. Her blood-red hair danced wildly, driven by the instinct of her body. Hatred towered in her eyes. With one step, she appeared before the Demon Palace Holy Master, Tears of Buried Flowers slashing down with thunderous force.
"Defying your superior, Hua Zhongdie—are you trying to rebel?"
The white chess sword rose to meet her. With a resounding crash, it caught the blade of Tears of Buried Flowers. Xie Tiance watched the woman before him with cold eyes, his left hand closing as the distant black chess sword tore