As the three Upper Cultivator Soul Fragments conversed, they each employed their own methods as well, releasing Spiritual Sense to lock onto Ning Jiu's location.
Given the cultivation of these three, Ning Jiu could catch faint traces of them through her own Sword Heart sense, but directly tracking down where their divided souls were hidden was certainly unrealistic.
Yet faced with such a perilous crisis, Ning Jiu no longer had any intention of holding back.
Back then, the Sword Ancestor Wuduan had returned to Meishan through the Soul-Returning Grand Art, leaving behind the Wuduan Sword Art and new methods of the sword path. Ning Jiu had been the greatest beneficiary.
Thus, amid the blood mist that filled the heavens, the identity and aura of the sword-wielder began to undergo subtle changes.
"Martial Ancestor above, Meishan disciple Ning Jiu requests the sword today—to shatter evil! To slay immortals!"
The instant the half-quarter-hour limit expired, Ning Jiu lowered her voice and spoke. A layer of grayish-white radiance simultaneously veiled her eyes.
In that instant, Chi Tian, Yang Yuanling, and the three Upper Cultivator Soul Fragments hidden in the shadows all sensed a sharp edge soaring toward the heavens.
"Hm? This little girl's sword seems to have some real tricks to it."
The old devil was intrigued, but that curiosity was swiftly replaced by terror.
For he clearly sensed that, at the very instant his Spiritual Sense touched Ning Jiu's body and soul, that sharp intent thrusting straight toward the vault of heaven had already locked onto the location of his own soul body in return!
"Not good!"
The old devil immediately sensed danger and instinctively withdrew his Spiritual Sense. Yet that very action only caused the sharp intent to fix its gaze upon him even more tightly.
The other two Upper Cultivator