Just as the middle-aged male cultivator thought he could kill her with a single stroke, his wrist suddenly twitched as though pricked by a needle, throwing his sword strike completely off course.
The female cultivator noticed and seized the opportunity to counterattack at once. Caught off guard, the middle-aged man ended up with a bloody slash across his face.
How could he not realize now that someone had attacked him covertly? His Cultivation Level had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm; he could detect covert attacks from cultivators at the same level.
Yet he had not even been able to tell which direction that attack had come from. Clearly, whoever had interfered had a Cultivation Level far above his.
As he continued fighting the woman, he stole a glance at the two people nearby.
The man had his eyes closed and said nothing, while the woman kept her gaze fixed on the stone pillars.
It was as though neither had turned at all.
Could it really not be those two? In both strength and age, the middle-aged man far surpassed the woman fighting him. Before long, she was losing ground again.
This time, his wrist did not twitch, nor did he feel anything unusual. Instead, his opponent's wrist twitched, and he could not dodge in time. Her sword pierced straight through his shoulder.
That strike had been entirely beyond his expectations.
In fact, the middle-aged man was not the only one bewildered. The woman was rather dazed herself.
Because it seemed as though her hand was no longer under her control?
Of course, if the first instance could be dismissed as an illusion, the repeated loss of control afterward made her increasingly certain that someone was helping her through her own hands.
Her sword moves and arts were exactly the