Ouyang Qing's figure silently appeared at the garden's arched entrance amid the ringing bells. A white veil covered her face, her figure slender and graceful, and she held a sword with a white tassel inverted behind her back.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhou." Ouyang Qing revealed a faint, gentle smile and lightly lowered her head in greeting.
"Ouyang Qing... Even with two third-layer experts, if this old man wishes to leave, who among you can stop me?" Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.
"With just the two of us, naturally we cannot stop Senior Brother." Kong Yuhui, however, was utterly confident.
Lin Xin, hidden among the crowd, felt his heart tighten. He had thought he would not need to act, but he had not expected Zhou Jing to remain so formidable even after being poisoned.
He lightly tightened his grip around the sword hilt and slowly straightened.
Cheng Ruofei and Jiang Yuer were hiding in front of him, nervously watching the changes in the field. Neither noticed his movement.
Hiss...
The Flame Yang Talisman Sword slowly slid from its sheath. Lin Xin gripped it in his right hand, discarded the sheath, and slowly walked toward Zhou Jing's back.
"Then what if you add me?" His expression darkened, the sword tip slanting downward toward the ground.
"Lin Xin?" Cheng Ruofei seemed to recognize his voice. She turned around, and her eyes instantly widened.
"You!!"
"Senior Brother Zhou, it seems that today, you are doomed to die..." Lin Xin slowly stepped out of hiding and held his blade horizontally before him. Fine waves of heat gradually began to coil and circulate around the sword.
Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes. With his back to Lin Xin, he slightly turned his head to look at him.
"Flame-less Swordplay?"
His expression began to grow grave.
Flame-less