The phantom wasn't fast, but it emanated a strange power—not eerie, just unsettling.
Berserk!
The man gripped his longsword tightly, his expression grave. He was starting to panic; Qin Chuan was certain his opponent was no match for the woman.
However, in a battle between experts, strength alone wasn't enough to guarantee victory. Often, many factors, even seemingly insignificant ones, determined the outcome.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be such unexpected defeats, especially since they happen every day, countless times.
Boom!
The man attacked, another sword strike, seemingly a simple slash without any technique, like an ordinary person with no cultivation.
But this strike wasn't as simple as it appeared. Qin Chuan's Golden Divine Eyes could see a faint phantom behind the sword.
It was a large, imposing figure, also wielding a sword—an enlarged version of the man's sword.
Qin Chuan frowned, for even his Golden Divine Eyes could only vaguely perceive it; this figure was definitely not simple.
Who was this phantom?
Qin Chuan glimpsed a trace of life within the illusory figure, and at that moment, the figure suddenly looked at him.
In that instant, Qin Chuan felt every hair on his body stand on end, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body chilled to the bone.
A single glance—but this glance was definitely not a illusion; it was a real gaze. Yet, just that one glance sent chills down Qin Chuan's spine. The opponent's strength was unimaginable.
Qin Chuan hadn't felt this kind of terror even from women.
Furthermore, Qin Chuan knew that the illusory figure the Third King was using to fight the woman was actually a phantom of a real person.
Not even a clone.
Yet, even a clone had sent chills down Qin Chuan's spine, leaving him feeling utterly powerless. Just how strong was the true form of this illusory figure?
This world was terrifying.
Who was that person? The Sword God? After all, this divine sword should have been used by that Sword God. How long had that Sword God lived? Where was he now?
Why could this Third King borrow some of the Sword God's abilities, even while the Sword God was still aware of it?
Who are these three kings of the Divine Sword Dynasty to the Sword God? Descendants? Blood relatives?
Would the woman face trouble if she killed him?
Just then, a thought entered Qin Chuan's mind.
"If you kill him, you will also die, and you will die in the future."
It was so clear that Qin Chuan didn't even have a chance to doubt whether it was an illusion. So he was now conflicted, frowning.
After all, he didn't have much time to consider, because since the other party had this thought, it was certain that the woman could kill these three kings.
Boom!
The woman frowned slightly, because this attack had actually neutralized her attack. The woman was powerful, but he hadn't realized before that the other party's attack could be so strong.
In fact, Qin Chuan knew that this was because the three kings had used a magical ability, which could be considered one of their powerful trump cards.
But even so, they could only barely withstand the woman's ordinary attack. At this moment, the three kings realized just how terrifying this woman was.
After the attack, the woman attacked again, preparing to kill the other party directly.
Since the woman had spoken, her previous words would not change, so these three kings had to die.
The Third King was finally terrified, his face contorted with fear. He didn't want to die; his purpose in coming here was actually reconciliation.
He simply couldn't control the urge to fight the woman, but she felt that killing was the only option.
Now that things had gone wrong, and he was about to lose his life, he slowly closed his eyes, closing them in despair.
Qin Chuan was taken aback. If it were just a threat from that illusory image, Qin Chuan wouldn't be too worried, because if it was just a threat, it wouldn't be able to harm him.
As for the future, Qin Chuan wasn't afraid of him, which was why he had hesitated before but decided not to interfere; everyone had to be responsible for their own choices.
However, seeing the Third King's actions now, and realizing that this person wasn't actually that hateful, and besides, the woman herself didn't intend to do anything to the Divine Sword Dynasty.
She was here to understand the matter; with the Sixth Prince dead, everything would be settled. Since that was the case, Qin Chuan felt that perhaps he could spare this man's life, which would also help to resolve the conflict.
"Woman, wait a minute!" Qin Chuan felt a little awkward saying it.
He didn't know the woman's name, but the situation was urgent, so he called out to her like that. Before, he had simply spoken directly, without using any formal terms of address, just "you" and "me."
The woman stopped because Qin Chuan called her; whenever Qin Chuan spoke, no matter what he called, she would stop and respond.