That was precisely the feeling Fairy Lingyue's sword strike just now had given him.
Even a minor cultivator like him, who was only in the Spirit Refining Realm, had seen this, let alone Ye Chensha and the others beside him. They were successors to the Thirteen Seats chosen by the Abyssal Pavilion.
"This kind of sword is the most terrifying. No flashy moves, no unusual fluctuations of aura, yet she can still kill you. This is genuine killing swordsmanship."
Ye Chensha murmured.
Proud and arrogant as he was, the awe in his eyes as he looked at Fairy Lingyue now was even greater than when he looked at the First Seat, Heavenly Lord Cangzhu.
"Your turn."
Fairy Lingyue shook the blood from her sword and turned toward Ye Chensha and the others.
A single glance made all three feel as though they faced a formidable enemy, and each instinctively went on guard.
"One at a time? All together?"
Fairy Lingyue wasted no words on them. She raised the Tai'a Sword and pointed its edge at Ye Chensha.
"Or... will you simply concede?"
She narrowed her eyes and smiled at the three.
At that smile, a sheen of fine sweat involuntarily broke out on all three foreheads, Ye Chensha's included. An inexplicable illusion arose in their hearts: if they so much as moved carelessly, their heads would fall.
He very much wanted to concede on the spot.
He was not the only one. Beside him, Lü Xinyi and Xu Chuanlian also found that thought continually rising in their minds.
But in the end, the three overcame their fear and spoke in unison:
"Together!"
Fairy Lingyue giggled at their answer, then put away her sword and said:
"You were chosen by the Abyssal Pavilion, after all. You do have some courage. This