At first, the iron chains and flying knives could still protect the two of them.
But countless stars turned to light, blooming, blossoming, and dying out across their bodies in intricate patterns, as though the slashes would continue until the end of time.
Defense became futile.
Several long seconds passed.
There was no telling how much starlight fell, nor how many times it slashed.
The darkness dispersed.
The broad rock face more than three hundred meters across from the cliff had been cut into countless pieces, which slowly collapsed with a deafening roar.
Only a faint scent of blood remained in the wind.
Before this strike, neither of the two had even left bones behind!
Yet Xiao Mengyu had no chance to catch her breath.
As the sword light faded, a figure flew down from the cliff and hovered in midair.
It was a middle-aged man.
He stood there in the air, studying Xiao Mengyu, and said regretfully:
"What fine talent. Unfortunately, my orders are to kill everyone I see to prove my loyalty."
He stared at Xiao Mengyu's right hand.
Xiao Mengyu's heart sank.
He can fly.
Usually, that means at least the fourth or fifth level of the Dharma Realm.
-This isn't an opponent I can fight.
How ridiculous.
Am I going to die here?
She, too, looked at her right hand.
It trembled constantly, barely able to hold her sword.
The Cosmic Edge she had just used was the Luo Family's secretly inherited foundational sword technique, the supreme art that allowed the entire family to establish itself in the world.
Having unleashed it above her own level, she was bound to suffer some backlash.
But that hardly mattered.
She transferred the Luo Water Sword to her left hand.
The sword.
Was gripped tightly once more.
The blade