Undying Qiming's feelings were complicated. This Supreme from the An Lan Clan was simply sick in the head.
Even if he wanted to persuade her to surrender, he should have demonstrated his overwhelmingly powerful martial might first. He had done nothing, yet wanted her to surrender with a few words. What was that if not a fool's dream?
"Are you finished?"
A cool, clear voice rang out. Yun Ying looked at this Supreme from the An Lan Clan, her eyes as still as an ancient well. She merely raised her hand slowly and flicked a finger.
Shh!
The sound of an immortal sword leaving its sheath rang out, resounding through heaven and earth in every direction. A thumb-sized gleam of sword light arrived in an instant. Though tiny, like a firefly, it contained the sharpest edge in the world.
The sword light was faint as a firefly, yet nothing could withstand it. Peerlessly sharp, it broke free of the bonds of time and traveled along time's threads.
In that instant, there was eternity.
"Beauti..."
Supreme An Yang of the An Lan Clan instinctively tried to say something, but he had barely opened his mouth and uttered a single syllable before his voice abruptly stopped.
The scene instantly fell silent. Not a sound remained, only deathly stillness.
Seeing Supreme An Yang suddenly stop speaking, Undying Qiming immediately felt a bad premonition rise in his heart.
From so far away, he could not see Supreme An Yang's expression. He had only seen Yun Ying raise her hand, but did not know what she had actually done.
"Supreme An Yang," Undying Qiming immediately called out.
Yet Supreme An Yang did not answer him. Instead, he stood there quietly, motionless, as though he had become a stone statue.
"What happened? Did she attack?"
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