That deep, shadowy Intent still surrounded her, but it was no longer the faint sense of an onlooker from before the battle began. Zhang Junxue clearly felt it still enveloping her, its countless threads still lunging at her with cold ferocity, but they could no longer bury her.
She stood openly and squarely within it, a stone it could not chew apart even with all its strength.
At that moment.
Shang Huaitong was raising his arm to cut aside her saber strike. This was clearly the last blow she could deliver; one light stroke of his sword would deflect it and secure victory.
The very instant her five senses returned, he abruptly raised his head, a fierce light bursting from his eyes.
Her heavy saber bore down like a towering wave. In an instant, he stepped back and held his sword crosswise in both hands, True Qi surging from his Dantian into his arms and blade. The next moment, unstoppable force crashed into his sword. Shang Huaitong retreated five steps in a flash, dust bursting beneath each footfall. Only after changing forms three times did he escape the strike. His black-cloaked body flipped backward, covering more than forty feet before he found his footing.
Shang Huaitong took a light breath. Looking up at the woman before him, who seemed ablaze, he opened his hand and tightened it around the hilt again. The numbing shock still ran through his arm.
In truth, Shang Huaitong was not alone in his astonishment. At that same moment, the entire audience cried out-the Intent had long since spread throughout the grounds, and countless people sensed it dimly, each feeling its omnipresence and its irresistible power.
But now, for the first time, they felt a tenacious light break it open.
Chapter 239: Fire and snow (part