I Lost

The sword tip lightly tapped the center of the shield, producing a crisp ring.

The shield stood as firm as Taishan, yet Qian Renxue's expression changed slightly.

The force behind the sword was not strong, but like water, it quietly seeped in from all around the shield's surface.

Sword qi bypassed the shield, carrying the warmth and chill of the mortal world as it brushed lightly across her cheek.

She wanted to beat her wings and retreat, but the instant her foot moved, Zhou Qiubai had already withdrawn his sword and retreated three zhang away.

The sword tip hung slightly downward, and the surroundings were still as a painting.

Qian Renxue's heart tightened. Had that sword advanced another half inch, she would have lost.

Yet Zhou Qiubai did not press his advantage. He seemed to be waiting for her to adjust, or perhaps he simply disdained ending things this way.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, suppressing her turbulent emotions before raising both hands again.

This time, she held nothing back.

Every Soul Skill activated, along with her domain.

Several Soul Skills erupted around her at once—holy light, flames, sound waves, and purifying power intertwined.

The power of the Angel Domain was pushed to its limit. The luminous mist on the ground turned into countless golden threads that converged upon her from every direction, wrapping her in a massive cocoon of light.

She stepped forward, and the cocoon instantly exploded, an endless golden torrent pouring forth.

A punch tore through the air and birthed violet lightning; a sword gathered radiance and became a crimson sun.

A howl shook souls and chilled a hundred grasses; a wing draped over heaven and covered the eight wastelands.

Golden light wove a dragon-trapping formation; sacred fire poured into walls that bound jade.

I stood