A flute sounded on the summit.
The wind and rain suddenly fell silent.
The currents flowing from those flute holes were all swords, blocking Zhao Layue's palm with absolute precision and missing nothing.
Immediately afterward, more sword intent poured from the Bone Flute, slashing toward Zhao Layue's body.
Countless clear sword notes rang out.
Neither True Person Taiping nor Zhao Layue used a sword, yet it seemed as though countless flying swords were colliding.
In an instant, more than ten gashes appeared on Zhao Layue's body.
Blood had not yet had time to seep from those wounds.
The few strands of black hair severed by the sword intent were still drifting before her eyes.
Death should arrive sooner.
But it was worth it. Green Mountain's powerful cultivators had won her a sliver of possibility; now she had won Jing Jiu a sliver of a chance at victory.
A dense patter of faint cracks sounded as a figure shattered the raindrops falling from the sky.
The Netherworld Immortal Sword was indeed the world's fastest, most ghostlike sword technique and movement method-or, one could say, the most imbued with immortal intent.
Jing Jiu appeared before True Person Taiping.
He stood in front of Zhao Layue.
He had not chosen to accept that sliver of a chance at victory, because it would have to be bought with her life.
For him, this was actually a choice both expected and natural.
He still placed himself first, Zhao Layue and Liu S sui behind him, and everyone else farther back in turn. As for this world, it came much farther behind.
The sword intent drifting from the Bone Flute met his fingers in the downpour, meeting them countless times in an exceedingly brief instant.
Countless tiny blossoms of rain bloomed between his fingers.
With his