Rumble— Lightning Flash abruptly exploded. Though its force was not as fierce as the earlier Nascent Soul hand, this blast had been triggered by Qian Mo's self-destruction of his physical body and his life-bound magic treasure. Its target was exceedingly clear, its range tightly focused. The space within dozens of yards shook violently, and a soundless wave shoved everyone back dozens of yards!
Within those ripples, the myriad swords stabbing toward Yuan Zhongyu and Ji Hong came to an abrupt halt, hanging silently in midair!
Where radiant light scattered in all directions, countless bolts of lightning burst forth. Amid the lightning, Lu Ruochang appeared—her sword armor damaged, her face pale, and a faint terror visible even in her eyes!
Clearly, under Qian Mo's life-sacrificing attack, Lu Ruochang could no longer maintain her sword-transformation state, and she had suffered grave injuries as well!
"Hmph." Lu Ruochang's icy voice rang out. "This sword keeps her word. The three moves I spoke of earlier have passed. Two of you yet live; consider yourselves to have escaped them. This sword will spare your lives! Go back..."
Hearing the Illusion Sword Rank Three swordswoman say this, the cultivators of the three sects waiting nearby all showed delight. Lu Ruochang's intent of transforming into a sword had been far too formidable, frightening them out of their wits. Now that they saw a chance at life, how could they not rejoice? Even a Golden Core cultivator as powerful as Ji Hong hastily beckoned. Before the still-hanging myriad swords, over seventy heads shrieked as they flew back. She raised her hand, about to issue orders!
But at that moment, Yuan Zhongyu smiled faintly. "It seems... the count of three moves has not yet been fulfilled, has it? What happened just now could only be counted as half of