What was going on with her?
Zhao Wuji watched Ning Qingyun precisely slip out of his attack range, casually flourish her sword, and stand with it behind her back. His eyes flickered with uncertainty and suspicion.
Why did this little monster, who was most likely the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master, possess such superb swordsmanship? Or was there something wrong with the iron sword in her hand?
Wait, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, swords...
Zhao Wuji suddenly widened his eyes. There was a trace of surprise in them, along with a faint flash of realization.
Could her unfathomable speed and swordsmanship be related to that Sword Douluo who was renowned throughout the world? If so, it would make sense.
With that thought, Zhao Wuji frowned slightly. Although Ning Qingyun had broken through his defense, she had only inflicted a tiny wound. He casually wiped away the bloodstain and paid it no further mind before turning his attention behind him.
He remembered that he had wanted to deal with Zhu Zhuqing, who had been doing nothing but scratching at him, first. Ning Qingyun had suddenly appeared before him and interrupted him, but now that she had wisely retreated after landing a blow, he could free up his hands and directly deal with Zhu Zhuqing.
At this moment, thanks to Ning Qingyun having drawn all of Zhao Wuji's attention earlier, Zhu Zhuqing's Second Soul Skill, Netherworld Hundred Claws, successfully dealt its full damage. Though it still failed to even break Zhao Wuji's skin.
A trace of helplessness flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. Just then, Ning Qingyun shouted in her mind through the Spiritual Sharing Soul Skill that Huo Yuhao had been maintaining.
"Retreat!"
Zhu Zhuqing paused, then bent slightly and pushed off with her legs, instinctively