At the mountaintop, Jiao Lulu watched as another battle was about to break out between Fang Shu and Zong Qingxue, and her heart immediately clenched.
But at that moment, something else happened that none of them had expected.
Jiao Lulu, standing off to one side, was the first to notice that something was wrong. She immediately raised her voice and shouted:
"Watch out!"
Screech! The white sword drifting through the air suddenly shuddered, then swooped down from above and slashed horizontally at the two on the platform.
The sudden movement alarmed both Fang Shu and Zong Qingxue. They hastily steadied their minds and sprang aside, their attention fixed on the white sword.
In the blink of an eye, both of them had leapt off the platform. Only then did the white sword halt, no longer rushing forward to cut them down.
Yet this turn of events still made Fang Shu and Zong Qingxue frown.
After considering it for a few moments, Fang Shu glanced at the pile of mangled flesh on the platform and said, "Could it be that what that fellow surnamed Yan said was true? Did Fang's actions just now offend this flying sword?"
Zong Qingxue's expression was equally unpleasant. She slowly nodded, then said:
"Over the past month, more than just Yan and I have climbed this mountain. There were quite a few fellow travelers, but some could not endure the mountain's golden qi pouring into their bodies, while others died miserably beneath another's sword. In the end, only he and I reached this place.
"And there truly are rules for sword duels carved within this mountain. Yet these rules were not left behind by the immortal masters who left their legacy here. They seem more like something left behind by predecessors who came here to explore...