This is an almost certain-kill strike.
No one can survive under such intense Sword Intent.
Especially a mere sixth-grade Brave Cavalry Officer, who in Shuman Na's eyes was nearly as insignificant as an ant to be crushed with a fingertip.
So, Shuman Na stood there with a smile, waiting for Xue An to beg for mercy.
She had already planned how to wreck this boy's body and toy with his mind.
But she never imagined that her perfect plan would ultimately fall through.
Because just as these strands of Sword Intent were about to encircle, a Sword Intent rose from Xue An's body and with an unstoppable force, obliterated all the strands of Sword Intent.
At the same time, Xue An took a step forward and lightly stabbed forward with his sword.
This was a leisurely strike, free of any smoke and fire.
But it was this very strike that made Shuman Na, who had been laughing wildly, freeze in shock and retreat hastily.
But though she was fast, Xue An's sword was even faster.
