As a Ghost Cultivator, Chu Qing had never excelled at fighting head-on. If she had not been forced into it this time, she would not have revealed herself from the very beginning.
She had previously joined forces with Qiao Yun and Ruoyan to besiege Lu Ye, so she knew full well just how powerful and terrifying this youth was. Thus, when he said he would spare her if she could block three of his saber strikes, Chu Qing did not think he was boasting. He truly had the right to say such things.
Yet she had never imagined that she would fail to receive even a single strike from him.
That slash contained no technique whatsoever. It was purely the crushing suppression of speed and strength...
The terrifying pressure suddenly vanished. Rather than feeling relieved, Chu Qing's skin crawled. Crimson light flowed before her eyes once more.
This slash swept upward. The rising blade crashed into her twin swords, splitting the webs between her thumbs and forefingers and numbing both arms. Her two short swords flew from her hands.
Kneeling on the ground, her Spiritual Artifacts lost, Chu Qing looked up just in time to see the youth before her thrust his saber straight toward her heart.
This was the third strike!
If she blocked this strike, would he truly let her go?
The thought sprang into her mind uncontrollably.
She suddenly found herself ridiculous. When she had discovered this youth in the valley, she had seen a chance to avenge Chuxue. Yet one ambush had not only failed to kill him, but had instead caused devastating losses on their side. The clashes afterward had left countless dead and wounded among Wind Flower Pavilion's people.
And now, at this critical moment between life and death, she was actually hoping for