Seventh-floor hall of the Red Blood Tower.
Hai Yuqiong sat up straight. Divine light gleamed in her bright eyes, and the smile at the corners of her vivid red lips vanished.
Though she had not activated any magical power, the shift in her mood released the sixth-rank pure-yang pressure she had kept restrained.
The grand, resplendent hall seemed to have been frozen over, even the circulating, dancing spiritual qi suppressed.
Wan Yingying, Wei Canghai, and Bai Qingwei all turned icy cold. Their Primordial Spirits were permeated by formless chill, and even their divine senses could barely function.
The three fifth-rank Spirit Transformations were inwardly alarmed. Was Hai Yuqiong in a bad mood and planning to take it out on them?
The possibility was slim, but not entirely impossible.
The rules of Turning Wheel City forbade private fighting, but Hai Yuqiong was the one who made those rules. If she truly wanted to act, who could stop her?
Wan Yingying was startled at first, then delighted. She immediately realized that the battle had reached its critical moment and that Gao Xian held the upper hand. That was why Hai Yuqiong had lost her composure!
Hai Yuqiong paid no attention to Wan Yingying and the others' apprehension. All her attention was on the water mirror.
She had long known Gao Xian's swordsmanship was peerless, but only when she saw him transform into a streak of cold light and pierce through the six dragons driving the sun wheel did she realize that the profundity of his sword intent had already reached the sixth rank.
This sword was supremely yin, supremely cold, and incomparably swift. Its transformations that pierced through the void were mysterious and unfathomable, faintly carrying the flavor of the Ghost Race's peerless Ten Directions Heavenly Ghost Transformation.
Even she would have