"So... you must pay a price."
Liu Fugui's voice was eerie and low, chilling to the bone.
Chu Xianyu's hand, gripping her sword hilt, began to tremble slightly. The extraordinary azure sword edge flickered, sometimes ringing clear, sometimes trembling nervously.
She murmured in a barely audible voice:
"Chu Xianyu, you can do it…"
But the sword in her hand seemed to ignore her, remaining motionless.
Her earlier battle had already proved that the opponent's cultivation far exceeded her own. He was at least a Foundation Establishment Cultivator... Moreover, that Demonic Flag he held was extremely strange, a Demon Cultivator of endless tactics.
Were she at her peak, she would fear none, not even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
But right now, things were quite precarious.
Retreat first.
Chu Xianyu somersaulted backwards, slicing off a corner of her robe with her sword, intending to use it as a veil.
