Guilingling humphed lightly, her nimble body dancing elegantly before Li Ping'an, with her longsword emitting a continuous stream of sword light, and the Great Shield flickering in coordination with the light.
'Xihe,' driving a chariot and wielding a spear, performed movements of a war dance, blending hardness and softness, exceedingly graceful, yet preventing the continuous sword light from crossing even half a step beyond its boundary.
The impact waves from their collisions kept pounding against the golden membrane enveloping the great hall.
Outside the hall.
Listening to the incessant roaring from inside and observing the flickering of the hall, the gathered immortals knew that a fierce battle had begun within.
If it weren't for Guilingling having entered for some unknown reason just now, they would have feared by now that Li family's father and son were indeed dead and their dao extinguished.
