At this moment, the sharp light of the blade is like a thread of dawn, cutting through the sky.
The roaring True Qi is like a great river breaking its banks, surging towards Pei Xuanjing in an instant.
Zing!
A clear-sounding sword cry resounds, overriding all other sounds.
Everyone feels as if their awareness has been severed by the sound of the sword cry. There was nothing between heaven and earth, but this clear sword cry.
Caught off guard, even Bai Xiaosheng and Taoist Qingxu are momentarily stunned.
Once the two of them recovered, their eyes, when they looked at Pei Xuanjing, were filled with shock and disbelief.
If they had previously regarded Pei Xuanjing with the slight condescension of seniority, such thoughts instantly dissipated at this moment.
Their momentary loss of focus meant that they too could have potentially died had they been confronting Pei Xuanjing's sword unprotected.
