Fire Seed Golden Lotus

"Such exquisite swordsmanship!" Zhang Xiaohua exclaimed.

Though he did not understand many sword techniques, they were already within thirty zhang of each other, and his divine sense clearly saw every trajectory of the female disciple's sword. Zhang Xiaohua felt that the swordsmanship perfectly complemented her internal energy and also brought out the best in her movement technique, maximizing a woman's agility and flowing grace. It truly was peerless swordsmanship.

The Fire Lion seemed to know that its prospects were grim. With a mournful roar, it charged forward desperately. The female disciple did not evade. Her lotus feet lightly touched the ground, and like a rabbit breaking free, she shot forward like lightning, flying directly beneath the Fire Lion's belly. Zhang Xiaohua saw clearly that as she passed beneath it, she raised the long sword in her hand. Its sharp blade sliced a huge gash across the Fire Lion's abdomen.

When the Fire Lion landed, its four limbs went limp. It could no longer roar, only panting with "heh, heh" sounds as it collapsed onto the ground. Before long, the grass beneath it had been dyed bright red with blood.

The Fire Lion's head lolled to one side as well, and it no longer made the slightest movement.

The female disciple in palace attire seemed extremely confident in that strike. She did not even glance at the Fire Lion's corpse, instead directly using her lightness skill to head for the tall mountain nearby. Judging from the movement technique with which she soared away, it was even a notch above the Misty Sect's Misty Steps.

Zhang Xiaohua scratched his chin, then made up his mind. He slipped underground and quietly followed the female disciple toward the mountain.

Before long, the two reached the mountaintop. When Zhang Xiaohua poked his little head out