Bowang city, by the Catch Moon Lake, night.
At this moment, the raging wind responded to the girl's words.
Meng Chuyuan's pupils abruptly shrank.
Impossible...such a thing doesn't make sense.... if you also possess the Tianshan Eighth Level power, why would you play these games with us?!
Meng Chuyuan didn't receive an answer. Big Jiao, Cold Python, and the third arm greeted the oncoming Longsword backward together. Though he couldn't see the incoming Sword, the Sword did nothing to conceal its presence - the roaring True Qi, the howling wind, all starkly announcing its approach.
This wasn't an ambush, but a declaration after gaining the initiative.
Big Jiao wields his Sword athwart to block, Cold Python attempted to deter the Sword from the side, and the arm of True Qi directly grappled with it.
However, the sword passed imperturbably between them, like a gust of wind whirling through catkins, where it passed, a path was cleared.
