The shorty's figure blurred. In an instant, she closed the distance, her qi flaring and wrapping around the cane like a dragon coiling its prey. With a deceptively casual swing, she aimed at Lingluo.
Clang!
Lingluo raised her sword to parry, silver light bursting from her blade, but the force behind the cane still sent her stumbling several steps back, her boots carving grooves in the dirt.
Yu Xuan's face twisted.
'Shit, goddamn cultivation realms.'
It wasn't skill alone — her realm was leagues above theirs, giving her raw, overwhelming power even when she didn't use any techniques.
The shorty didn't give him time to think. She shot toward him next, her cane whistling down in a clean arc.
Instead of blocking, Yu Xuan twisted his body aside, barely dodging as the ground where he stood cracked under the cane's impact. Using the momentum, he lashed out with a counterstrike.
