It was not that she could not withstand it; “Touching the Fish” could not withstand it.
But this strike did not actually require her to withstand it.
It exploded right where she had been.
Like a heavenly god riding a bolt of lightning, the boy crashed into this realm of rain. White pearls of water flew, thunder roared, and the clear, ethereal atmosphere of rain vanished entirely. Naturally, the fish in the water were tossed and tumbled too, no longer knowing where they were.
The Lesser Heat Sword, "Rain Worker Flowing Form."
On the ancient wall, a painted horned dragon bore a gilded tail; the Rain Worker rode into the waters of the autumn pool.
Within Dragon Lord Dongting's Lord of the Xiang sword lineage, this was a representative middle-tier sword, fully deserving of that standing in rank, character, and power alike. Once unleashed, its momentum poured down with the rain, seeping into every opening; the wielder flashed like lightning, irresistible and impossible to trace.
The Rain Master dissolved into the rain: this was what "Flowing Form" meant.
He Yaoyao fell straight down, and Pei Ye pursued relentlessly with thunder and rain. This was no longer groping for fish-it was practically blasting them.
Like shrill pipes and a racing zither, the sword fight entered a fiercely intense phase in an instant. What left onlookers marveling was that even amid this rapid assault, the woman could still dart through the gaps. Neither sword light nor raindrops could catch her; her nimble grace was entrancing.
Within this curtain of rain, she truly was far more agile than Pei Ye. In the air especially, she moved like a fish through water, darting to and fro... Pei Ye suddenly swept backward.
He closed his eyes and stroked his sword.
He Yaoyao watched him, slightly