The Royal Capital.
A thousand-foot sword phantom solidified from the ethereal, its sword intent spanning the sky, its killing intent chilling.
The next instant.
The sword intent suddenly surged.
Hum!!
Heaven and earth shuddered. Even the void seemed to churn, blurring and distorting everything in sight.
At this moment when a thousand pounds hung by a single thread.
Hiss-
A streak of white light suddenly shot from deep within the Royal Capital, impossibly fast.
Like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, that white light crossed layer upon layer of space in a mere instant, striking the thousand-foot sword phantom with pinpoint accuracy.
Clang-
An exceedingly crisp clash of metal rang through heaven and earth. Sound waves rippled outward, making everyone's eardrums ache and whipping up a gale from nowhere.
Under that single strike, the thousand-foot sword phantom seemed to have been hit precisely at its critical point. Spiderweb cracks spread and widened before it shattered.
As the sword intent dispersed, the White-Clothed Sword Immortal appeared.
He still stood upon a flying sword, holding a sheathed longsword in his right hand. His expression remained indifferent as he looked toward the Royal Capital, seemingly unsurprised by that strike.
Now, the white light that had pierced the air rebounded above the Royal Capital, tumbling and spinning until everyone could gradually make it out. It was a three-foot longsword, its blade like a pool of clear spring water.
A white-clad figure rose into the air from within the city, her movements light as she walked through the sky.
She wore white trousers and a white skirt, her long hair fluttering in the air.
She was a girl who looked no older than sixteen, slender and thin, with an exquisitely beautiful face. Her eyes were calm and deep, as though neither external fortune could