Shock could be seen in E Shulan's eyes. If this whip lashed her face, her entire life would be completely done for. Without thinking further, the small sword which was hidden in the hilt of her sword flew out. A white light flashed and blocked Lan Xinyu's golden whip from making its intended strike.
A crisp ring resounded throughout the space and the golden whip was sent flying back. The son sword also seemed to have a spirituality of its own as it returned the hilt of the mother sword just as E Shulan retreated to the edge of the fighting ring and almost lost her balance and fell out of it.
The color of E Shulan's face alternated between a flushed red and a pale white. Although the son sword blocked Lan Xinyu's golden whip, the fierce Battle Qi emitted from the whip had swept across her cheeks, leaving behind a hot stinging pain in its wake.
