"Hoo hoo!"
The mountain wind suddenly arose, lifting the strands of Lian Hongshang's hair by her temples.
When the strands fell, her delicate hand lifted, and she abruptly drew her sword from its sheath.
"Twang!"
The sword's cry was like a dragon's roar, long and resonant.
Lian Hongshang thrust out her sword, the tip precisely colliding with Ding Min's sword tip.
A green and a purple semicircular halo rose, sometimes like relentless enemies, sometimes like lovers entwined forever. They repelled yet intertwined with each other.
In an instant, the violent True Yuan rippled out like waves, spreading at an observable speed.
"Splash!"
Ding Min and Lian Hongshang simultaneously retreated explosively.
However, Ding Min retreated over ten steps and still got splashed in the face, appearing quite disheveled.
Lian Hongshang, on the other hand, only retreated five or six steps. Not even a drop of water touched her face or clothes.
With such a contrast, the outcome was clear!
