He Qing's palm emitted Spiritual Power, and inch by inch, the sword blade appeared normal, its lustrous white edge faintly revealing a sharp glint. Yet, this sharp and pointed blade had just now failed to even pierce Mingjue's chest!
How could this be possible?
She continuously relaxed and then clenched her palm, one hand firmly gripping Mingjue's shoulder, while the other kept repeating the motion.
Such a circumstance had never occurred since she realized she possessed Spiritual Power.
Or was it that Mingjue had some kind of protective shield she was unaware of?
At this moment, Mingjue's mocking laughter still echoed in her ears.
"Stop repeating these futile actions," he said, "I told you, you cannot kill me, just as I cannot kill you."
But why?
He Qing swallowed the questions that were on the tip of her tongue. She had already seen the expression on Mingjue's face, which, although mocking, also conveyed deep bewilderment and confusion.
Was he also unaware?
