At the sight, Ghost Servant Madam Lu's expression immediately turned cold, and she shouted:
"Mr. Xunqi, your blade is still a little slow!"
Not far away, Xunqi of Ningchan Cave immediately snorted coldly and said:
"As long as it's faster than your sword!"
No sooner had he spoken than a metallic swish rang out. After withstanding the backlash from the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, Xunqi of Ningchan Cave brought his blade down on the Immortal-Slaying Sword again.
"Bang!..."
Amid the deafening collision, ringing with the sound of metal and stone,
the cracks on the Immortal-Slaying Sword abruptly spread across its entire blade with a series of sharp cracks.
And just like those tiny cracks in the blade, dozens upon hundreds of invisible hairline cracks appeared in Dongfang Yuejian's divine soul after this blow.
Unlike wounds to the flesh,
the pain of a divine soul would neither cease nor end until it was repaired.
It felt as though you had plunged alone into a night so dark you could not see your hand before your face. However fast you ran, you could never reach its end.
For a moment, beneath this pain with no end in sight,
Dongfang Yuejian finally could not help screaming.
Hearing that scream, Ghost Servant Madam Lu immediately looked delighted and once again spoke to beguile Dongfang Yuejian:
"Little girl, if you still won't let go, when Mr. Xunqi's next blow falls, the agony in your divine soul will grow tenfold, a hundredfold worse than it is now!"
An ordinary cultivator would probably have suffered a mental collapse by now.
But whether Dongfang Yuejian was so confused by the pain that she did not know how to let go, or had truly endured pain enough to break an ordinary person's mind, she did not loosen her grip under