Lost-Road Lotus

Formations were the most unpredictable. Li Qing had fallen into Lin Xiaosu's trap and lost the initiative, leaving her in a sorry state.

Yet as long as she broke out of the formation's encirclement, what could Lin Xiaosu, a tiny ant like him, possibly be worth in terms of combat prowess?

She could slaughter him with a raised hand, and this patrol formation he controlled would be rendered useless!

With the towering merit of saving the Bridge Realm's formation masters, she, Li Qing, could take the Lost-Road Lotus for herself alone. Who would dare object?

Yet just as her heart swelled with excitement—

A sword flew in!

Boom!

Li Qing's sole remaining arm was blasted directly into minced flesh. She flew high into the distance, and her face changed completely.

"You... you will pay for what you did today!" Li Qing's chest heaved violently. "The Li Clan behind you will pay the most painful price. They will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the Bridge Realm!"

"Because the Li Clan colluded with the Human Race, caused the deaths of a hundred formation masters, and sabotaged the Bridge Realm's sacred mission, they can no longer remain in the Bridge Realm and must be exterminated to the last, right?"

"Of course!"

Lin Xiaosu smiled. "Then that will be the next step! I never intended to make the Li Clan carry this black pot. I chose to make your Ancestral Hall carry it instead. Therefore, you can go on your way in peace. Those people in your Ancestral Hall who ran in the same stream as you will soon follow close behind!"

Slash!

The first move of the Parting Sword Dao, Parting Severance!

Li Qing's head flew up!

Her lifetime of legend came to an end...

The longsword in Lin