Shock grew blades and cut through Long Wei's heart. He gasped, gazing as his Void Qi-covered hand didn't slip through Dong Meirong's heart as it was supposed to. A sharp clang twirled in his ears when his hand brushed against her left breast.
Dong Meirong opened her eyes, and a small smile appeared on her lips. She cracked her neck to the side, and a burst of chaotic qi poured out of her. It slammed into Long Wei, throwing him against one of the chamber walls.
Stretching her hand to the side, a long thin sword appeared in her hand. The hilt of the sword was shaped like vines wrapped around each other moving towards the cross guard. Fitting perfectly with the theme, the cross guard was a pink lotus flower that bloomed outwards.
At its center, the dull purple blade extended out for just about two meters.
