This Slash, Thirteen Hundred Years in the Making

The River-Turning Demon King sensed the presence behind him.

The Mountain-Viewing Realm...

If she caught up, he was as good as dead.

Madness flashed in his eyes.

With nowhere left to retreat, he would carve a path through blood!

Black light blazed from his brow.

A perfectly round, ink-black droplet suddenly appeared behind him.

He had clearly activated his Spirit Imprint as well!

One human, one demon.

Both had gone mad.

But...

Compared to the commotion Jiang Yuechu caused, the Demon King's display was pitiful.

Thirteen hundred years.

Enough time for a mediocre martial artist to grow from a child with hair still tied in tufts to a white-haired elder, die, and live ten more lives.

Yet now,

in a single breath,

all of it poured into the young woman's slash.

BOOM—!!!

The Dark-Blue Long Saber, moments ago merely gleaming with cold light, suddenly let out a mournful cry.

Heaven and earth flared bright.

In that instant,

everyone at Cross-Mountain Ferry, including the three Gold Robes racing toward it, narrowed their eyes without thinking.

There, in midair,

a savage blade arc a hundred yards wide appeared from nowhere.

Pure white. Dazzling.

Unmatched in sharpness!

It carried the deadly chill of Geng Metal and the resolve to sever all things.

It even eclipsed the blazing noon sun overhead!

The roar of the waves seemed to vanish into that light.

Below,

the River-Turning Demon King, who had meant to dispatch his opponent swiftly, instinctively clenched his backside the moment the blade lit up.

Only now

did he finally understand!

That presence...

That pressure...

What Ink-Dot Realm?!

Damn it, she was another Mountain-Viewing Realm powerhouse!

Humans!

Shameless, despicable humans!!!

"Sever!"

The word left the young woman's red lips.

The enormous blade of light, wrapped in world-destroying Geng Metal Baleful Intent,

came crashing down!