There was no denying that Lan Ziyi was strong.
Her strength, like Lu Ye's, had surpassed what the Spirit Stream Realm should have allowed. Perhaps only the Three Major Malignancies from the Spirit Stream Rankings a few months ago had been qualified to surpass them. But those three had spent over a decade accumulating experience at the Spirit Stream Realm level; time itself had given them the capital for such strength.
Their situations were not the same as Lu Ye's and Lan Ziyi's.
Strong people all had their own secrets. Naturally, Lan Ziyi had hers as well.
It was a secret no one could possibly know. Though she possessed only Spirit Stream Realm cultivation, her horizons far exceeded that realm, and the methods she commanded were by no means comparable to those of an ordinary Spirit Stream Realm cultivator.
She raised her thumb and lightly wiped the corner of her mouth, then lowered her head to look. Sure enough, she was bleeding...
She found it somewhat hard to understand. How could there still be someone in the Spirit Stream Realm capable of hurting her?
The faint smile that had lingered at her lips vanished, and her expression turned solemn. She raised her greatsword, gripped its hilt with both hands, and held it upright before herself.
In that instant, the alluring woman gave off an impenetrable, fortress-like feeling. It was as though, so long as she stood there, no attack could possibly bring her down.
Naturally, Lu Ye would not give her time to catch her breath. He stamped down hard, leaving two craters where he had stood. A blur trailed behind him as he charged straight at Lan Ziyi.
Before he even reached her, Lu Ye saw the woman suddenly spread her hands apart. The greatsword held upright before her