A Delicate Situation

Jiang Xueling flicked the horsetail whisk in her hand. After a few swishes, its strands gathered into one, seeming to turn into a keen-edged sword as it met the Mysterious Cloud Demon King's menacing sword move head-on.

"Clang—"

The tip of the whisk collided with the Demon Sword, unleashing a crisp, thunderous boom and stirring up a violent gale that instead swept away all the turbid qi and dust around them.

The Mysterious Cloud Demon King smiled, drawing back his sword and changing moves. His body transformed like mist behind Jiang Xueling, while one Demon Sword after another materialized, as though countless sword lights had appeared from every direction at once.

Jiang Xueling swept her whisk, casting out a sheet of white light that shrouded her entire body in protection as she exchanged a dense flurry of blows with the Demon King's swordsmanship.

This scene was neither grand nor filled with drifting immortal aura, yet the flashing sword lights changed with astonishing speed. Sword Qi repeatedly carved fine wounds into the Sky Swallowing Beast's head, while sword intent battered the surroundings, continuously lowering the temperature atop its head. A layer of frost had even formed around Jiang Xueling's feet.

This Demon King's Sword Qi and sword intent were actually so sharp, and so methodical as well. Compared to some sword immortals who specialized solely in sword arts, the Demon King's swordsmanship carried the flavor of martial swordplay fused with cultivation sword formulas. Jiang Xueling's response was equally exceptional. She too resembled a swordswoman, rather than a female immortal holding a horsetail whisk with celestial grace.

This scene made Ji Yuan's eyes light up, while Ju Yuanzi and Lian Baiping beside him had already secretly begun to stir their magical power.

On the other side, the Leopard Demon King roared as