Take her own life or draw her sword?
The youth on the throne questioned them with his sword.
Boundless terror filled every maid's heart. Many frantically tried to contact the outside world, activating the hidden measures they had prepared in secret for this day over many years.
Yet the transmission stones sank into the sea.
There was not the slightest response.
The promises, oaths, and dao contracts so many Nascent Soul True Lords had once made to them now seemed empty, drifting ever farther away.
"Follow me—kill him!"
"Have you all cultivated to this day only to fear even fighting and killing?"
Golden Rain True Lord straightened up and drew her dao weapon flying sword with her fair, slender jade hand.
It was a fist-sized droplet, sharp golden threads spreading from its center. Its mysteries were inexhaustible, concealing the profundity of metal giving rise to water.
The sacrificial refinement methods for dao weapon flying swords varied from person to person.
Her flying sword had clearly been refined to a profound level. She had grasped the essence of the Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, Sun Dao Canon; both her talent and combat aptitude were worthy of praise. Otherwise, she could never have advanced to become a Nascent Soul True Lord amid such hardship.
"Hahaha, he's only a Nascent Soul cultivator. So are we!"
"From Qi Refinement to Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, I carved my way through thorns and brambles, slew powerful foes time and again. When have I ever been afraid?"
Another Nascent Soul True Lord laughed heartily, incomparably bold.
She rose to her feet, hair flying wildly as she revealed an alluring body covered in scars. Blazing electric sword qi seeped outward bit by bit, sizzling with crackling lightning.
Lightning Maid!
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
It was