Although Yan Chihuo knew Long Shuang'er had been hiding her true abilities, he had never expected her to possess such methods. Her swordsmanship was exceptionally adept at concealing its aura, and it flew out from amid countless branches and leaves with incomparably swift escape speed. More crucially, this sword strike was razor-sharp; before it even reached him, the icy Sword Qi had already shredded all the vegetation around Yan Chihuo. That vegetation was precisely the wood-attribute defensive Minor Divine Ability, Relying on Grass and Attaching to Wood, which Yan Chihuo had deployed.
Yan Chihuo was also a master of swordsmanship, and he immediately knew that neither the Golden Armor Technique nor Immoveable as a Mountain, those two defensive Minor Divine Abilities, could possibly block this strike. Even among defensive Magic Treasures, only a scant few could withstand it.
This strike contained all of Long Shuang'er's magic power and all her focus. Once this sword was thrust out, she would need no second sword to kill her enemy. At the sight of it, Long Huo's face turned ashen as death. He thought to himself, I'd always thought my luck was bad. In truth, she had been concealing her strength. I'm simply far too inferior.
Long Xing's expression was no better. By his own estimation, he too would absolutely be unable to receive this strike. Three years ago, when he had narrowly defeated Long Shuang'er, had she deliberately concealed her strength? Or had Long Shuang'er's power advanced enormously since then?
Long Yi's face remained impassive, but any observant person would surely have noticed the slight twitch at the corner of his eye.
Even Long Tianxiang believed Yan Chihuo was certain to lose and was just about to intervene to save him when the situation abruptly changed. Yan Chihuo brought two fingers together,