"Yue'er!"
The mad woman, We Zhaodi, staggered forward, brandishing the Blood Blade, her clouded eyes fixated on Ci, "Yue'er, don't be afraid, mother is here for you, Yue'er, don't be afraid..."
She reached out her hand toward Ci.
"Where did this madwoman come from!"
Wanyan Su cursed under his breath and charged forward with his blade.
As the curved blade collided with the Blood Blade, frost and blood light exploded.
The husk of Wanyan Su burst open, and the frost on the handle turned into scalding steam upon contact with the Blood Blade.
"Get out of the way!"
We Zhaodi swung the blade manically.
As the edge passed by, withered branches and leaves whirled.
Wanyan Su hastily raised his blade to meet, and the curved blade shattered into two pieces, with the knife wind shearing off a lock of his temple hair.
The Blood Blade swung relentlessly, a cascade of blood-like light hanging inverted.
