Fury surged through Wenren Chiye. Dragon scales gleamed on his fist as its radiance burst forth, aimed straight at Zhang Yuan and Cui Yuanxi.
Clang!
A sword rang out. Expressionless, Cui Zhaowei struck, her vast Sword Qi cleaving into Wenren Chiye's arm and throwing up countless sparks.
After a brief stalemate, the Sword Qi blasted Wenren Chiye away. Dragon scales fell from his arm, and a large chunk of flesh was shaved off. The wound went deep enough to expose bone; that single strike had nearly severed his arm.
Agonizing pain struck him.
The fury in Wenren Chiye's heart died down, and he regained his composure.
Sword Qi.
There were four of them, including a Sword Cultivator. I really was too rash.
Wenren Chiye's eyes shifted slightly as he began considering retreat.
Cui Zhaowei saw that Wenren Chiye wanted to flee.
At this point, how could she let him escape? He had attacked them and still wanted to leave? Nothing came that easily.
Besides, as Cui Zhaowei looked at Zhang Yuan and Cui Yuanxi, she found herself in a poor mood, inexplicably a little irritated.
By all rights, Cui Yuanxi was her older clanswoman, while Zhang Yuan was her father's friend and her own benefactor. She should not have felt this way.
But the feeling was there, and Cui Zhaowei could do nothing to change it. She could only hold it in and prepare to cut Wenren Chiye down with a single strike to vent her frustration.
Cui Zhaowei raised the Three-Foot Green Blade in her hand.
This time, she gripped the sword with both hands. Sword Qi gathered continuously along the blade, rising into the heavens in an endless torrent. Finally, a dazzling, piercing golden light flared within the dark, empty world, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
"Is that... Sword