Sword Qi soared into the sky like a dragon flying through the Ninth Heaven, charging forward without pause.
Under Su Che's deliberate control, this Sword Qi lacked the chilling cold and visions of ten thousand ghosts howling that usually accompanied his strikes. It was instead more refined and pure.
The people near the palace gates cried out in alarm and scattered at once. Patrols of Imperial Guard soldiers and Night Pacification Bureau spies atop the palace walls also began sending warning signals.
Yet the one truly suffering under the direct force of Su Che's sword edge was Lady Xie.
Sword Qi swept across the sky. Lady Xie could only evade with all her strength, her figure turning into a faint shadow as she retreated in the direction opposite the Sword Qi.
His swordsmanship had advanced again. Though the sword intent she witnessed today was less lethal than what she had seen before, it was already showing signs of moving toward Purification.
Could it be that Su Che intended to abandon Yellow Heaven Sect's Mystic Gate arts and seek the path of the East Sea Sword Palace?
As Lady Xie's thoughts turned, she felt a mountain-like pressure rise behind her and surge in her direction.
The heaven-and-earth vital energy all around seemed to solidify, erecting a high wall behind her.
No. She had fallen for it.
Lady Xie finally understood. The sword Su Che had just unleashed had not been aimed at her, but at the great formation behind the palace city.
That sword strike had been like a call, awakening the slumbering formation. Yet after it woke, the one facing its pressure was not Su Che, who had drawn the sword, but herself, who stood closer.
A dead thing was still a dead thing.
Lady Xie had no time to