The sword fell like a plummeting star. Black and white energies intertwined, forming a heaven-shaking rainbow that cleaved straight down!
Life and death, the Two Forms, revolved without end.
Chang Le's expression shifted slightly. A streak of red light flew from her sleeve, transforming into a silk ribbon that met the enormous sword. The red silk seemed soft and insubstantial, yet the instant it touched the blade, it rang with the clash of metal.
Clang-
The gauzy curtain tore at the sound, and the blade slashed down with ferocious force.
Chang Le's body shattered in the sword light, flesh and blood spraying everywhere before turning into a puddle of sludge. Before the sludge could even spread, its color faded, leaving a handful of gray-white ash that scattered on the wind and returned to nothingness.
Chu Mo watched without any change in his expression.
Inside the hall, a faint glimmer quietly appeared where the sludge had vanished. Rippling like water, it traced a slender silhouette out of empty space. Brows and eyes, nose and lips, figure... in an instant, another Chang Le materialized out of thin air, standing in the same spot with a bright smile.
Yet the energies of yin and yang rose from beneath her feet, clinging like maggots to bone.
Chang Le looked down. The intent of life and death writhed like snakes, climbing from her ankles to her calves. Wherever it passed, flesh dissolved, first turning to sludge, then to ash. A hint of surprise appeared on her face. She simply abandoned any struggle and let the intent of life and death swallow her.
Flesh became sludge, sludge became drifting ash, and ash became nothingness.
The instant she vanished, another pink light shone within the hall. A third Chang Le stepped out of it, only to be