Deep within the Undead Palace in the Undead Semi-Plane, a secret chamber lay silent.
A mighty surge of Soul Power gradually subsided.
Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged, her tightly closed eyes snapping open as a sharp flash of Dark Gold Divine Radiance crossed her gaze.
She slowly raised her right hand.
With a slight shift of her will, a crisp, bell-like sword hum rang out.
Five half-foot-long, razor-sharp Dark Gold Dreadclaw blades, looking as solid as reality, burst forth from her fingertips!
These five blades possessed not a shred of Illusion, feeling entirely like the finest divine weapons in the world, their edges shimmering with a frigid luster capable of slicing through everything.
She needed no testing whatsoever; a profound, mystical realization was already imprinted in her mind.
Ultimate sharpness!
Indestructible!
At this moment, she even developed an inexplicable confidence that she could tear the very sky apart with a single claw.
If she were to face that Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear from earlier today once more, she was confident she could slice through its famously proud defense in a single strike!
An indescribable surge of turbulent emotion churned within Zhu Zhuqing's chest.
The Shadow Claw on her left hand, and the Dark Gold Dreadclaw on her right.
The lethality of these hands far surpassed the limits of what a Soul Master of the same rank could ever comprehend.
She took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes, and forcefully suppressed her stirred emotions, willing herself to return to calmness once again.
The greatest taboo for an assassin was the outward display of emotion.
Retracting her Soul Power, the dark gold blades slipped back into her Palmar Bones, and her right hand resumed its fair, jade-like appearance.
Zhu Zhuqing stood up, smoothed her hem, and pushed open the heavy door of