Lu Qingxue raised her cold, clear eyes and looked straight at Mu Fan, conveying a reassuring gaze.
Her right hand suddenly spun at some unknown moment, the sword tip pointing straight upward.
Lu Qingxue pressed three fingers of her left hand together and suddenly flicked the Stacked Snow Sword's sheath.
A strange hum abruptly rang out in the darkness.
The black hair behind Lu Qingxue rose instantly.
The next moment, a chilling sword light swept diagonally out before her, tracing an arc behind her.
It was as though a bolt of White Lightning had flashed through the night.
With a soft slash, the sound of a blade cutting through something rang out, followed by a shrill howl of pain.
A thin spray of light green blood suddenly splashed into the air.
Lu Qingxue's figure lightly drifted five steps forward, as ethereal as someone untouched by the mortal world.
Two palm-length wooden spikes fell to either side, rolling across the ground.
The Stacked Snow Sword that had sliced through the air and vanished reappeared before Lu Qingxue.
The sword blade cut through the air, lightly stirring the hem of her clothes.
Sheathed.
Lu Qingxue turned around and saw the figure going mad in place.
"My... eyes!"
"My eyes!!"
Those brownish-yellow eyes that had once revealed a cruel gleam were now erased by a deep horizontal sword slash...
Light green blood streamed from the wound.
Wood Man Saint's eyes... had actually been cut out by Lu Qingxue, who had remained silent behind him all this time!
"How did you know?! This is impossible."
"You are still human, so you have body heat," Lu Qingxue answered coldly.
The answer was that simple.
For the Goddess of War, who had reached the pinnacle of martial prowess through swordsmanship alone, abandoning supernatural abilities and exposing