Zhao Leer's body was driven several zhang backward by the impact of those blade lights, her feet dragging two long trails of blood across the ground.
She lowered her head and looked at the golden wounds covering her body.
Those wounds were still being eroded by the laws within the blade radiance. Golden fragments of Blade Dao rampaged through her body, throwing the circulation of her Holy Meridian into violent disorder.
She raised her head.
There was no pain or fear on that cold, beautiful face.
There was only a smile that bared every fang after being utterly enraged.
"Long Yuan."
Her voice was hoarse and shrill, carrying a mad, uncontrollable delight.
"You hit me so hard."
"But it feels so good."
She suddenly plunged both hands into her own chest, all ten fingers sinking into flesh as she forcibly dug three still-glittering golden fragments of Blade Dao out of her body.
She clenched those fragments in her palms and crushed them with force. Powder sifted through the gaps between her fingers.
The golden motes struggled and flickered a few times amid the bloody mist in her palms before going completely dark.
The golden wounds on her body stopped spreading after the fragments were crushed. Dark-red blood mist poured from the wounds and slowly began to heal them.
"You cut me once."
She walked toward Long Yuan, one step at a time.
"I'll bite you once."
"Let's see whether you have more blades, or I have more blood."
The arm Long Yuan used to hold his blade was already trembling slightly.
That move, Myriad Blades Return to the Source, had consumed a great deal of his dragon might and Blade Dao Origin.
Though the wound on his chest had stopped rotting and spreading beneath the scorching golden flames, the injury