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In forty years of life, he had never witnessed such a sword light, like thin ice sparkling before melting, like a jade dream shattering suddenly, its beautiful gleam gone in a flash, its dangerous sharpness only realized after the fact.
Pei Ye struck with a single thrust; when he sheathed his longsword, he had already caught the airborne blade, filled it with True Qi, and with a spin and a throw, the gleaming edge sliced through and impaled the trembling figure standing beneath it to the wall.
Falling back, the scabbard howled as it fell, and the powerless Di Fei collided with the wall from afar, crumpled and fell to the ground clutching his arm.
Pei Ye landed on the ground.
Two Five Levels could no longer stand.
Atop the roof, Kou Liyue still looked down, unflinchingly, his heavy longsword gradually unsheathing.
"Spirit Art..." the man's deep voice fell into the courtyard, "Magician, what is your background, and what grudge do you have with the Longmen Tower?"
