After hearing the special envoy's words, Han Li said nothing more. She silently drew the longsword at her waist and leaped into the air.
"What is she doing?" The Blood Robe Bandits looked up.
Yang Zhaihou narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hand. "Kill!"
He leaped up as well, blood gleam surging from his body and turning into several pythons as thick as an arm, which struck at Han Li and the special envoy separately.
"The Emperor's Chariot Soars with the Dragon!"
As Han Li soared, her robes fluttered, and the long dragon formed from swirling heaven and earth vital energy passed from illusion into substance, roaring forth beneath the setting sun.
Like a celestial maiden riding the wind and commanding a dragon, she plunged down atop an enormous sword radiance, abruptly blasting apart the blood-colored pythons coming toward her.
Boom!
An air blade shaped into a sword, fully dozens of yards long, fell straight into the crowd, then drove forward with the unstoppable force of splitting bamboo.
To prevent their targets from escaping, the Blood Robe Bandits had packed their formation tightly together. Han Li seized that opening, killing several Innate Martial Masters and more than twenty underlings in a single strike.
Sensing danger, Yang Zhaihou dodged in time. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the deep chasm carved by the sword qi, inwardly filled with dread.
"This power... she has already attained the form of the Heavenly Sword!"
The Righteous Qi Continent was a land whose spiritual richness nurtured outstanding people. Dragons and serpents rose from every quarter, and heroes emerged in droves. Among its middle and lower ranks, Innate Martial Masters and Great Martial Masters were beyond counting, yet those capable of crossing a major realm to challenge stronger opponents remained as rare