After Hua Qianxue finished speaking those words that Ye Chen was watching, a supremely unique aura suddenly erupted from her body!
Blinding rays of light swept out from within her.
This battlefield, which had existed for countless years, instantly became a riot of flowers and brocade.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
Crisp sword cries rang out, and in the vision of the Flower Sea, every petal of each flower exuded a sharp aura.
"What technique is this?" Ye Chen asked curiously.
In this move of Hua Qianxue, he sensed the fluctuation of the fusion of spirit and martial arts, and also felt an extremely special aura, similar to his primal ancient clan origin, likely some power rooted in the bloodline.
Hua Qianxue replied, "Hundred Flowers Sword."
As her words fell.
The sword in Hua Qianxue's hand suddenly slashed out.
All the petals shot out like swords.
The sharpness contained in each petal varied.
Some were light and nimble, some heavy, some fiery, some cold...
