They were all paths they had just traveled.
Yan Feiqing received this strike, his sole touching down. With that step, the Yin-Yang diagram abruptly reversed. The force of the previous three blows passed from the earth into his body, then from his body into his sword. His broad sleeves billowing, Yan Feiqing thrust at the Heavenly Matriarch's chest.
The Heavenly Matriarch held her sword across to meet it. In an instant, the tremendous force set her robes snapping, almost sweeping the air behind her empty.
She had held nothing back in her previous three strikes, so this strike was indeed difficult to withstand. A mouthful of blood spilled from her lips.
Everyone around the Winter Sword Platform was stunned-everyone had been guessing how many moves Yan Feiqing could survive against the Heavenly Matriarch. No one had imagined he could hurt her.
However heaven-sent his genius, he had only entered the Top Ten of the Teal List last year, and he was only twenty this year!
Yet the Heavenly Matriarch did not retreat a single step. With a clear cry, she let the tremendous force rampage freely through her body, gathering it into a single stream with her true qi inside her, then sending it through her arm and sword to burst forth once more.
Yan Feiqing was driven back again before such domineering sword force, flying more than fifty feet away. The entire vast Taiji Diagram was forced from forward rotation into reverse, collapsing into wind and drifting leaves.
This time, the Heavenly Matriarch did not pursue him. She raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and watched him with a smile.
Fifty feet away, Yan Feiqing swayed once, then stood with his long sleeves fluttering.
Though the rain had stopped, tiny droplets still