Sword Qi actually passed straight through the purple qi, as though it were nothing more than a phantom shadow. Ling Er, who had just been corporeal, became an equally illusory body after being enveloped by the purple qi.
Yet Sword Qi did not seem to have been entirely ineffective. A deep, bloody gash slowly appeared across Ling Er's face, running from her chin straight to her forehead and nearly ruining one eye. Her originally beautiful face had been disfigured.
"Oh?" Lin Xin was somewhat surprised. "Had he actually calculated long ago that I would make a move against her?"
He turned back to glance at Mister Qing's corpse.
That fellow's fleshly body had been split in two. Every organ within, including his brain, had been cleaved apart by a single sword strike. Only now did he slowly collapse to the ground, yet even in death, the corners of his mouth remained slightly raised.
Lin Xin seemed to understand. Perhaps this fellow had intended from the beginning to draw his attention away. His plan had been to send his maid away, and at the final moment, once his goal had been achieved, he had no other wishes left.
"No wonder the little fellow screamed himself hoarse at the end."
A great amount of demonic qi gathered around Lin Xin once more. He wanted to see whether this purple qi was truly as Mister Qing had claimed—impervious to every possible method.
Clang!
A streak of golden light suddenly shot in from the side. It slammed viciously into the demonic qi he had gathered and scattered it outright.
"Who!?"
Taking advantage of that instant, the purple qi immediately enveloped Ling Er and vanished abruptly, leaving the spot as though it had teleported away.
Lin Xin dispersed his demonic sword and looked over the