"T-two Sword Spirits?!"
Lian Chengbi froze as he watched the red-clad figure slowly emerge above the purple Demonic Sword.
Yu Huatian's ability to comprehend a Sword Spirit through his own insight had already left him deeply shaken.
Yet he had never imagined that another Sword Spirit was hidden within Yu Huatian's sword.
Moreover, the aura radiating from this red-clad Sword Spirit made even his soul seem to tremble, filling him with the feeling that he could only look up to her.
This terrified him beyond measure.
Even the Sword Spirit Yu Huatian had just awakened through his own insight had not made him feel so insignificant.
Clearly, this red-clad Sword Spirit's level had to surpass both the Sword Spirit Yu Huatian had comprehended and the Profound Yin Sword Spirit within his own body.
In fact, there was simply no comparison!
This was suppression born of a difference in the very ranks of their existence!
Whoooosh-
Fierce winds howled.
An immense pressure shrouded all of heaven and earth.
The countless strands of Sword Intent permeating the world trembled ceaselessly, forming a vision of ten thousand swords bowing in homage.
And this time, the object of their homage was none other than the red-clad Sword Spirit.
The figure wore a long red dress, and even her flowing hair was red, vivid as blood. Her face was hazy, her features indistinct, yet she exuded a cold beauty of peerless elegance.
Dazed, Lian Chengbi stared blankly at that figure in red, as though his very soul had been drawn away.
Ever since his beloved Shen Bijun had betrayed him, Lian Chengbi had severed all affection and desire. Cruel and cold by nature, with a heart like solid rock, he had devoted himself solely to power and strength, never allowing anyone or anything to move