The God-Shocking Sword had even received Fang Yang's personal guidance, becoming immensely powerful.
Yet...
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The void trembled. The mist abruptly expanded, sweeping toward his sword and enveloping it completely. Ye Qinghong himself was likewise engulfed, trapped within the fog with no way to break free. A coquettish laugh rang beside his ears.
"Little girl, your strength is impressive. But compared to This Palace, you're still far too weak. Lonely Palace Locks Clear Autumn-like Xingqing Palace, This Palace has been lonely for far too long. Now that This Palace has suddenly encountered a man like the Demon Venerable, naturally, This Palace can hardly restrain itself."
"Now, This Palace is going to indulge in the pleasures of fish and water with your master. A word of advice: if you don't want to suffer too much, cover your ears. Otherwise, your heart will feel as though knives are slicing through it."
"Oh, This Palace almost forgot. This Palace's abilities are exceptionally strong, and since perfecting this cultivation technique, This Palace has been lonely for over a decade. Hopefully, your master will still be alive afterward. Heehee..."
Her laughter mingled with the mist, fading in and out, seemingly about to drift away into the void at any moment.
Ye Qinghong gripped his sword tightly. Looking at the dense mist, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale. His hand clenched the Clear Shadow Sword, and he slashed fiercely at the fog before him, as though intent on tearing it to shreds.
Yet ultimately, it was all in vain.
The mist churned endlessly. Although it appeared insubstantial, it was actually extraordinarily solid, utterly beyond an ordinary person's ability to cut apart.
After just a few strikes, the violent recoil had already torn wounds across his palm.
Even so, he kept