Thus the clear tones revolved.
With each revolution, the "maidservant's" formidable cultivation was shaved away by another layer. Even if it touched upon higher-level laws, the destructive power of the sword intent would be diminished somewhat. Yet after ten revolutions, more than seventy percent of the strength the "maidservant" had boosted through three successive secret techniques had been stripped away, dropping her directly back to the level of a Longevity True Man.
The gap between the two had thus become as vast as heaven and earth!
The "maidservant's" hand-blade strike, half stab and half shock, no longer carried the might to shake the void. Instead, it was like sinking into a muddy mire: first flourishing, then waning, then exhausted, until nothing remained.
"Bastard!"
Since launching the attack, this was the first time the "maidservant" had spoken. The voice was shriller than ever, its gender impossible to discern, and the final note broke hoarsely.
That was because blood was already spraying from this person's throat.
Though she had yet to truly face the Sword Qi's killing force, the "maidservant's" face had already swollen purple-blue. Her body was in even worse condition. Her blood and qi flowed in reverse, her hundred meridians burned as though aflame, and dozens—perhaps hundreds—of smooth wounds nearly a foot long split open across her flesh all at once. The wound in her throat was one of them. Each looked as though it had been cut by a sharp blade, blood mist bursting out until she became a figure of blood in the blink of an eye.
It was not wrong to say she had been wounded by a sharp blade, for this had indeed been caused by the Twelve Jade Towers Heavenly Sound. Yet she had not been struck directly; this was the backlash from the destruction