The hard could not overcome the yielding; the keen could pierce it.
Even counting the Crane List, this was a killing sword ranked among the top three in the entire Feather-Scale Trial. The Spring-Summer Realm shattered in an instant. Yu Qing took the center line, a streak of snowy sword light striking straight for Pei Ye's throat.
Pei Ye recognized it.
"Zhuangzi's Sword Exegesis" · [Commoner's Sword]
Yu Qing had actually learned this sword. And he had actually used it at this moment.
What an abrupt sword strike. He clearly held the advantage, and even he was certain to sacrifice a fair portion of his sword's momentum first. Yet it grasped the very essence of its ferocity-when was there ever a suitable moment for an assassin's sword? The most abrupt moment was precisely the right one!
This sword was not extraordinarily fast. It was simply sharp enough to pierce every interception. The ultimate expression of killing intent was to go forth with no return.
[Cloud Chill], but all the clouds were swept away.
[Drifting Returning Wind], but the wind, too, was pierced.
Thirty sword moves flashed through Pei Ye's mind in an instant. In the end, he simply stood still and drew back his sword, allowing the blade to pass straight through his throat.
Silence fell over the arena. Blood poured from the young man's mouth.
Yu Qing slowly withdrew his sword. In truth, he felt somewhat defeated.
He knew the young man possessed that Flying Feather Sword technique. He had also expected that, more likely than not, he would fall into it at some unknown moment.
But he really had done everything he could to watch for it and guard against it, and still he had detected not the slightest sign.
White feathers sprouted from the horrific wound in