At this time, the cultivators from every sect were filled with anticipation.
Then, at that very moment, Lian Shuang's sword moved.
With a focused gaze, her long sword sliced through the void. The light from her blade was like a shooting star, yet as ephemeral as a passing glance, appearing before Shangguan Wan'Er in an instant.
As the blue sword light streaked toward her in a graceful, meteor-like arc, Shangguan Wan'Er, now one with her sword, could clearly sense its aura.
The approaching strike was as ethereal as a phantom—transcendent and ephemeral, yet also erratic and unpredictable, impossible to track.
But as it arrived before her, a piercing Sword Qi, thick with a murderous aura, swept forth.
That murderous aura was sharp and domineering, like the irresistible will of a god. The moment it made contact, Shangguan Wan'Er's soul trembled.
With her soul trembling, the will within Shangguan Wan'Er's sword faltered, and her momentum plummeted.
