Even if Cheng Yunzheng had cultivated some extraordinary art, even if he had a treasure protecting his body, Chu Zhiyuan felt he should still have been able to find him.
Yet after searching thoroughly, there was no trace of Cheng Yunzheng.
Either he was no longer within the imperial city, beyond the reach of Super Sensation.
Or he had truly concealed himself from Super Sensation.
Whichever it was, finding Cheng Yunzheng would no longer be easy.
Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment and was just about to call for Fu Zheng when he remembered that he had sent her out of the residence to amuse herself. She had run into Lu Qingyuan and was currently sparring with her using the Abyssal Fall Sword Art.
Through Super Sensation, he saw the two women locked in fierce combat.
Lu Qingyuan's sword moves were exquisite, her sword light resplendent. Red radiance flashed, gorgeous as sunset clouds.
This was the Chaofeng Sword Art, one of the finest sword arts in the world.
Those crimson clouds were dazzlingly beautiful, yet their power was astonishing. An ordinary person's sword light would collapse the instant it touched them.
They were like undying flames, able to burn through every obstruction and strike directly at their target.
Once touched by that sword light, one would seem to be scorched by phoenix fire, with almost no chance of retreating unscathed unless one's cultivation realm utterly crushed the opponent's.
Yet under Fu Zheng's sword, such formidable sword light swiftly vanished.
Fu Zheng swung her sword lightly and soundlessly. Ripples seemed to spread through the void—yet perhaps there were none at all.
But the moment the crimson-cloud sword light drew near her, it extinguished and disappeared.
From the disappearance of the sword light, one could vaguely discern the range of Fu Zheng's