But Ming Qitian had already lowered her head and gently tightened her grip on the Heart-Slaying Glaze.
The old man was long past the age when he could be persuaded. All you could do was lay the choice before him.
The might of Entering the Palace Gate suddenly bore down. Ji Changyun gazed in cold silence at the two wavering figures below... A green shadow flashed and vanished, leaving only a sword whose cold light filled the rain-soaked forest.
Ming Qitian pulled Pei Ye back from behind and brought Heart-Slaying forward to meet it, but this was precisely what Ji Changyun had already avoided—just like Pei Ye in the Fenghuai cellar, without True Profound to sustain it, even the strongest sword could hardly strike its enemy.
It was indeed no longer the Sword Sea Chapter. He engaged in no contest of swordplay with the woman; the simplest, purest True Profound would tear through everything.
Sword light came from every direction. Its keen, cold killing intent withered leaves and snapped branches, freezing raindrops into ice.
But at that very moment, everything suddenly froze.
Raindrops, turbulent wind, swaying branches and drifting leaves, and those tiny, faint drums all froze in midair.
That included the swords and sword light, of course.
Ji Changyun was, of course, familiar with this power. Everything had begun slipping away because of this man.
Covering the Mirror, Making a Painting, Sui Zaihua.
It lasted only an instant, but an instant was enough. The man came roaring in, black hair flying, and shattered everything in that frozen painting in a single moment. Air streamed like silk around his fist as he smashed Ji Changyun out of the swirling green shadows.
Ji Changyun raised his sword to strike again, but another vast surge of uncanny, overbearing True Profound suddenly swelled