At the critical moment of wielding his magical artifact, Nan Songzi turned back, only to see Murong Qingyan, who had already retreated half a li away, holding a Jade Talisman no bigger than half a palm. The clear chime from before had come from there, and now the female cultivator tapped it once more.
Purple light flashed explosively. Pure radiance seemed to condense into a heavy hammer, launched from half a li away yet arriving in a flash. Nan Songzi cried out and flew backward, crashing away, as the Void Movement Talisman constantly reinforced on his body shattered with a bang. It was not only the Void Movement Talisman; the protective talisman arts he had used earlier, the talismans driving Shape Following Tendency, even the spell he had prepared to activate his magical artifact—all failed at once, no longer able to take form.
Meng Wei seized this opportunity. Her pine-patterned sword withdrew fully into defense, yet the sword light that had long been poised outside her body sprang free like a bird released from its cage. With a soft cry, it pierced through the watery mist, its radiance nearly melting into the luminous fog spread across the lake.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light pierced through Nan Songzi's protective True Sha, bringing up a spray of blood.
At that moment, the second "purple light heavy hammer" tore through the air. Nan Songzi had almost no power to resist. He was struck again, his body slanting into the water, smashed down to an unknown depth.
Upon the lake, the two female cultivators had gained the upper hand in one stroke, yet neither relaxed. Meng Wei knew very well that her Winged Escape Device Sword had merely grazed Nan Songzi's upper left arm and had not inflicted any serious