Demon Sage Qin Yuan walked slowly to the entrance of the hall and stood there.
She watched the one-sided slaughter before her with a relaxed expression.
The hall, ordinarily orderly and handling hundreds or even thousands of matters at any given moment, was now in chaos.
These Demon Race cultivators were elites carefully selected from among sword cultivators.
These civil officials had spent far too long in this hall, so long that they had almost forgotten what a battle to the death felt like.
Before wave after wave of incomparably sharp flying swords, they were far too vulnerable.
An indescribable pressure enveloped them, leaving them unable to breathe.
The scene was utter chaos, and of the two men in charge-
Qianlong was nowhere to be found, while Zheng Changwen's fate was unknown.
"Hum!!"
A streak of light sliced off a Demon Race sword cultivator's head.
Another rumble of wind and thunder rang through the hall, followed immediately by another spray of blood and another severed head.
Zhao Ling'er changed her hand seal.
The two flying swords spinning in the air traced an elegant azure arc and slashed toward another group of Demon Race cultivators.
The sharp azure light collided with two other streaks of light, forming ring after ring of radiance.
They grew larger and brighter, finally becoming a dazzling white circle.
The sword light was like water pouring down, round and bright. It seemed unbroken.
Two flying swords came at Zhao Ling'er, one from either side.
Rather than summon her flying swords to defend herself, Zhao Ling'er twisted her body.
With movements like "drifting clouds and flowing water," she evaded the curtain of swords.
The twin swords unleashed a rain of sword strikes from both sides at once.
These two possessed exquisite swordsmanship, leaving Zhao Ling'er no choice but