Rumble!
Thunder cracked.
A cold gleam tore through the air.
Yet this seemingly certain heart-piercing strike abruptly stopped the instant the sword pierced the curtain of rain.
A sword rang, crisp and clear.
Clink!
Lian Youming's eyes shifted slightly. Tilting his shoulder, he thrust out the scabbard strapped to his back, and Gall-Illuminating flew backward into its sheath. The sword had not flown back on its own; someone had blocked and parried it, sending it back.
Gu Chan was in midair, yet she descended like a drifting feather. With the heel of her right palm pressed against the sword's spine, she used the coiling, wrapping force of Taiji Fist to guide the Gall-Illuminating Sword in her palm, then traced a great circle in the air, redirecting the blade and sending it flying back.
The woman landed lightly, her white hair falling, her eyes still tightly shut, aloof and unworldly.
Elsewhere.
Xue Hen flipped through the air and landed. An indescribable murderous aura radiated from his body, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. From beginning to end, his eyes remained fixed on Lian Youming, burning with appreciation and killing intent, like a hungry wolf spotting fresh meat.
It was astonishing.
A martial artist who had not even mastered all Three Energies had not only withstood the simultaneous swift attacks of three Foresight experts but had turned defense into offense.
Probably no one would believe it if they heard it.
And it was not just Xue Hen.
The martial experts watching all swallowed hard at the sight, exchanging looks of utter horror.
Some sucked in cold breaths.
Others wore dark looks, ill intent showing in their eyes.
If such a monster broke through to Foresight in the future, what room would there be for them? Who would care about seniority