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Crimson Cherry Blossom in Xia Yun's palm suddenly dissolved into countless points of light like drifting fireflies. He turned toward Xiao Yi, a faint smile rippling through his eyes.
Chen Xiaojun remained as poised and elegant as a pine, yet beneath his hanging sleeves, he quietly caught Xiao Yi's slender wrist. His fingertips tapped twice against her pulse, like a secret message knocked out in the dark.
Xiao Yi moved with graceful, lotus-light steps toward the seven Canghui students sprawled on the ground.
A sharp gleam flashed like lightning through Lian Changzhi's eyes.
Wisps of black vapor rose from the seven faces, as though netherworld ghost flames were crawling beneath their skin.
The setting sun shone blood-red, casting slanting light over the scene.
The girl lightly raised her fair hand, as gracefully as if she were brushing away dust.
With her palm turned upward, two slender fingers fluttered like spirit butterflies, swiftly forming seals.
She drew a golden thread from her fingertips. Gossamer-fine silver light flickered between her pale fingers, like shattered jade strewn across the Milky Way, like fireflies in a freezing night.
Shi Fei'ang watched Xiao Yi's movements intently, his swordlike brows drawn tight. What is she doing? Mental piercing? Or Soul Shock?
Shi Liuguang's pupils abruptly contracted as he suppressed the storm surging through his heart.
He recognized that silver light-it was precisely what Xiao Yi had driven into his sea of consciousness earlier.
This was a variant secret art derived from the Nine Yin Soul-Shifting Technique-the Soul-Piercing Needle, created specifically to counter Mental System soul masters.
Chen Xin Yi parted her crimson lips, her voice ringing as clear and cold as a mountain stream: "Soul-Piercing and Spirit-Seizing-release!"
In an instant, the golden thread at her fingertips erupted with blinding