The two divine swords crashed against the Ancient Immortal-Slaying Sword.
Li Xiaoyu and Lu Xueqi felt an irresistible force strike them. Their bodies were hurled backward as if hit by a giant hammer, and blood sprayed from their mouths.
Their Cultivation was profound, yet before the Zhu Xian Sword, they were still utterly outmatched.
Daoist Daoxuan's blow sent them flying. He paid them no further heed.
His eyes held only the source of calamity that had to be eliminated.
He raised the Zhu Xian Sword again and brought down a deadly strike on Zhang Xiaofan, who lay on the ground.
It was over.
Those two words surfaced in everyone's mind.
No one could save him now.
Yet just as that devastating swordlight was about to fall upon Zhang Xiaofan,
a green figure shot from the distant horizon like a streak of light.
She moved at the utmost speed, arriving before the swordlight could fall and placing herself in front of Zhang Xiaofan.
It was Bi Yao.
She had actually come back.
There was no fear on her face, only a deep, resolute devotion to the one she loved.
She spread her arms, as if to embrace the deadly swordlight with her frail body.
The Joyous Union Bell on her wrist burst into dazzling golden light.
A gentle, sorrowful woman's voice rang softly in everyone's ears.
"Ninefold nether spirits, gods and demons of the heavens, with my blood and flesh, I offer myself as sacrifice."
The tender yet resolute incantation echoed over Green Cloud Mountain like an ancient dirge.
Every word brimmed with a love too deep to fade.
Every note spoke of a devotion that would endure beyond death.
As Bi Yao uttered the incantation, white light shone from her body.
Her flesh, soul, and everything that was hers began