At that moment, Beiming Lingyu seemed utterly entranced by the exquisite "Falling Moon," an unbelievable daze showing in his eyes.
Just then, the full moon suspended in the air erupted with astonishing power, transforming into an immense cyan-white sword light that sliced through Beiming Lingyu's figure before he could even react.
This sword light was not corporeal, but condensed from Chen Yanwu's mental power and soul power. Yet it carried an indescribable majesty and might, as though it could sever everything in the world.
Beiming Lingyu felt his body shudder as an invisible force struck his soul. The color instantly drained from his face, leaving it as pale as paper.
He barely managed to steady himself. Although his body trembled slightly with shock and unwillingness, he still struggled to raise his head and look at Chen Yanwu-or, more precisely, at the sword she was slowly withdrawing.
Complex emotions filled his eyes: resentment at his defeat, but also profound admiration for Chen Yanwu's strength.
He had already given everything he had, yet before this single strike from Chen Yanwu, he still seemed so insignificant and powerless.
"Big Sister Yanwu, you won." Beiming Lingyu's voice held a trace of bitterness, but even more sincerity. "I never expected to lose after just one strike from you."
After saying those words, he seemed to exhaust all his strength, and his body slowly collapsed.
Chen Yanwu stood quietly where she was, watching Beiming Lingyu fall, a complicated expression flashing through her eyes.
One sword strike!
A dreamlike sword strike!
Chen Yanwu's fourth soul skill, "Falling Moon," displayed astonishing power.
Chen Yanwu's fourth soul skill, Falling Moon, had revealed its astonishing might.
That strike seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space, carrying unparalleled power and beauty as it effortlessly tore through Beiming Lingyu's