"Give it everything you've got!"
Ye Chen did not draw the Demon Slayer Sword. Simply standing there, he released an elusive sword momentum that locked onto Lan Xian'er. Unlike everyone else's sword momentum, Ye Chen's was rigid yet supple, supple yet rigid. Under its lock, Lan Xian'er felt a subtle shiver of terror for the first time, the hairs all over her body standing on end.
What level of sword momentum is this?!
Lan Xian'er knew that if she did not attack now, she would lose the courage to attack altogether. Ye Chen was even stronger than she had imagined. The Ye Chen her younger sister Lan Xin'er had spoken of was nowhere near as powerful as the man before her—no, not even half as powerful. Facing Ye Chen, she felt that she was riddled with openings, overwhelmed by a sense of danger.
"Wind God's Falling Leaves!"
Right from the start, Lan Xian'er unleashed her ultimate move. Her figure flashed, and a blazing red gleam slashed across. Though this red gleam appeared tyrannical, it was in truth incomparably agile and ethereal, like fallen leaves beneath an autumn wind. The faintest breeze could alter its trajectory, making it impossible for an opponent to guard against.
"An excellent move, but it would be better if it were purer."
With a clang, sparks flew as Ye Chen knocked aside the sword strike.
"Hurricane Divine Fire!"
Borrowing the force of Ye Chen's strike, Lan Xian'er shot into the sky. In the next instant, she dove down in an even fiercer manner. As her red treasure sword swept out, a powerful crimson hurricane tore across heaven and earth with overwhelming force. But anyone who thought this move was merely domineering and crude would be mistaken. Ye Chen could clearly sense that the scorching hurricane Sword