A hole appeared between the brows of Golden Rain True Lord, Kan Yu's maid and one of the Nine Great Maids. Her aura vanished completely.
"...I can't accept this..."
"I hate you!"
"I had twelve hundred years of life ahead of me. I could have founded a sect and become an ancestor!"
Golden Rain True Lord gave a bitter, piercing laugh.
Bang!
Her body collapsed into a cloud of blood. Too fragile to withstand such terrifying power, it was pulverized, with no life remaining.
Within the hazy blood mist, a fist-sized Nascent Soul flashed past.
"Tu Shan!"
"Tu Shan!"
"You destroyed my body! I, a True Lord, will repay this grudge! The Great Sun Dharma Sect won't let you go. They'll be here soon..."
Her shrill, venomous voice rang through the air, chilling all who heard it.
Then it abruptly changed.
"Ah!"
"Spare me! Master, this servant knows she was wrong..."
Her vicious curses turned into piercing cries of pain, mingled with pleas for mercy, before falling silent in an instant.
Whoosh!
A silver-white flying sword pierced through space.
A fist-sized Nascent Soul hung on its blade, pierced between the brows in exactly the same way as her flesh-and-blood body.
The sword trembled slightly, and Sword Qi erupted.
A Nascent Soul True Lord—one who would casually call even a peak Golden Core cultivator an ant—had been destroyed in both body and soul.
The scene was seared into the eyes of every maid.
"Azure Rain Curtain... not bad."
"Golden Rain True Lord, you did have some talent."
Jiang Ding spoke to himself, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
The instant he killed Golden Rain True Lord, insights into the sword intent of rain and rain-based sword techniques flooded his mind. They added something novel to the foundations of his swordsmanship