"Changfeng..."
Tears instantly slipped from Luo Qingge's eyes, and an exquisitely beautiful smile appeared on her pale face. Within that smile lay hurt, lingering fear, the wild joy of regaining what she had lost, and, above all, an unspoken surrender of complete trust.
-No!
Wu Zhaoyun's lecherous laughter froze on his face, and his heart pounded wildly.
A pure, icy killing intent, utterly free of impurities, came crushing down without warning like the torrent unleashed by the collapse of a towering snowy peak! In an instant, it pierced the lustful pink mist swirling around him, almost freezing the blood throughout his body!
He turned his head in horror!
A light appeared within his field of vision!
A blue-gold sword light flashed into existence from the depths of the dim cavern-condensed to the utmost, fine as a strand of hair, blazing as the sun, as though every sharp edge in the world had been compressed into a single line!
The instant it appeared, it seemed to draw in all the surrounding light, leaving everything dim. There was no shrill whistle as it tore through the air, only a low hum that set his teeth on edge.
That was the mournful cry of air compressed and ripped apart by a sword too fast and a sword intent too sharp!
Where the sword light passed, the pitch-black ghost maples, harder than iron and steeped in yin baleful energy, were merely brushed by its lingering force before bursting into fine powder, as though crushed by an invisible, tremendous power!
This strike carried a savage will to sever everything, to cut what came before off from what came after.
It cared nothing for variations in technique and disdained searching for openings. It sought only to cleave Wu Zhaoyun and this stretch of heaven and earth