A breeze brushed past, gently lifting Fenghua's long hair. A few strands clung to her pale, cool-toned cheeks, like brushstrokes scattered by the wind in an ink painting.
"You seem to have thought about a lot of things. None of it matters."
As the words left her mouth, she paused.
If I'd known he would be this troublesome, I should have killed him first when I broke the domain.
"Phew..."
Fenghua let out a soft breath, withdrew her gaze, and slowly raised her fists.
She pushed off sharply, shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. Okkotsu instinctively raised his blade to block, but Fenghua's fist had already slammed into his sword arm. The force was astonishing, leaving his entire arm numb.
Rika's fists came crashing down from both sides, wrapped in heavy cursed energy, enough to crush an ordinary sorcerer into pulp. But Fenghua had already slipped through the gap between them, her movements so fluid that she looked less like she was fighting than dancing.
She circled behind Okkotsu and Rika. The sword lay at her feet.
She bent down and picked up the sword Okkotsu had dropped. Its blade gave a low hum in the gray light, as though responding to her grip.
Fenghua flicked her wrist, twirling the sword before holding it diagonally at her side and slowly turning around.
Fenghua's blade traced a cold, vicious arc through the air. Both of Rika's newly swung arms were severed in an instant. The white limbs spun several times before landing in the ruins with a spray of dust. Fenghua spared them no further glance. Pivoting, she charged straight at Okkotsu.
The sword changed direction in midair, its edge turning toward Okkotsu's neck.
Okkotsu's pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, he raised his right hand, still gripping the Sky-Piercing