"Heart Splitting Sword Lock?"
Yu Ci pursed his lips as the water mirror collapsed, the recent image still seeming to flow before his eyes—He Qing drove the Flowing Water Sword bit by bit into her chest, the bloody rune growing increasingly blinding. The nearly four-foot blade sank in, yet no blade tip protruded from her back, as if the blade coiled within or had simply been swallowed.
Xingtian had just thought of something: "Right, He Qing hails from the East Lake He clan. It's no surprise she understands this spell."
"The He clan?"
"Later generations really need to catch up on their lessons. The East Lake He clan once held quite a reputation in the East; their ancestors produced a grandmaster of tribulation law and supported a major merchant house behind the scenes, once living quite comfortably. It was only later, when Land Sinking established the sect on Dongyang Mountain, that they showed some slighting and were crushed into dust with a single fist, leading to their decline. Today... today they probably still retain some foundation."
Xingtian felt somewhat awkward. Cut off from news within the sect, it only knew ancient history or events of far-reaching influence. Back then, it didn't even know Ye Bin was a sect master, so it really wasn't in a position to criticize Yu Ci.
Thus, it quickly moved to the main topic: "The so-called Heart Splitting Sword Lock should actually be called the Heart Splitting Curse Lock, a kind of curse pact formed with the spirit of a curse vessel. Just like this time, the Flowing Water Sword is the curse vessel. Placed horizontally across the heart at this moment, He Qing and the sword's spirit swore an oath through spells, forming the power of a curse oath to refine it. As for its