The lean old man stood motionless, able only to watch as the sword thrust toward him. He wanted to fight back, but the thought of resisting was washed away from his mind.
Just as the sword was about to reach him, despair finally rose in his heart.
Yet even that despair was quickly washed away.
"..."
Were they not even allowed to despair?
Just then, the clouds and mist among the mountains suddenly roiled and churned, rolling apart.
Whoosh—
Meng Xuan, who had been maintaining the principle of Purity, paused, then lifted a hand and pointed lightly.
A speck of Bright Light, no bigger than a bean, seemed to have two layers. The outer layer shone brilliantly like the sun, while the inner one resembled a dying flame, dim and faint.
The bean-sized Bright Light moved faster than the two women's swords. It landed directly between the lean old man's brows, and the light in his eyes dimmed as he lost all signs of life.
Huh?
Chi Jiuyu and Zhang Yunlu turned back, confused, only to see Meng Xuan gazing up at the sky.
The two followed her gaze. Light flickered across the sky, like leaping streams of fire. Refracted through the clouds and mist, it took on seven colors, spreading across the entire firmament in a remarkably strange sight.
Was that fire?
But how could fire be burning in the sky?
"Hey?! What's happening?"
"I'm not sure." A Jade Talisman appeared in Meng Xuan's palm.
It was a dull gray, utterly unremarkable, and about an inch long.
It was the one Gu Mo had given her in the Righteous Alliance. A hundred strands of Gu Mo's saber intent were sealed within it. Without Yuanjun's help to process it, they would not even have been able to bring it into