Sword Qi scattered wildly in a chaotic flurry, leaving dozens of deep, crisscrossed marks on the walls and floor of the great hall.
Mo Li propped herself up with her Longsword, her complexion somewhat pale, as she simply watched Xiao Ruoching.
The Longsword in Xiao Ruoching's hands glowed with the luster of the Energy of Great Dao, with Daoist rhythms flowing over it. Almost simultaneously, Mo Li also drew her sword, its brilliance dazzling—a moment of splendid beauty.
The air between them rippled. After the sound of metal striking stone, both figures were thrown backward, crashing into a wall and shattering it.
BOOM!
Xiao Ruoching stood up from the rubble. Leaning on her Longsword for support, she watched Mo Li, who was expressionlessly walking towards her, her gaze fixed on Mo Li's Longsword.
Mo Li remained silent for a moment before finally speaking,
"Salvation?"
"What will you use to save anyone? Don't you understand by now? You are nothing but a tool."
"..."
