Once more they clashed, and at the critical juncture, Ye Qingxue's mind grew increasingly calm. She suddenly closed her eyes, surrendering to the boundless pressure.
Suddenly, in the span of two snaps of a finger, it was as if a droplet of water fell into the lake of her heart, causing ripples to spread, and an immeasurable sense of joy surfaced on her face.
Sword Qi tore through the sky, the drifting clouds were shredded to pieces by the forceful Sword Qi, and out of nowhere, a violent wind began to howl anew.
A purple sword suddenly appeared in Ye Qingxue's hand.
As she pointed her long sword towards the heavens, an endless gale gathered towards the purple sword, and as mana surged with it, intertwined with flashes of purple lightning, a circle resembling a Lei Jail encompassed Ye Qingxue in a purple cage.
"I've realized it..."
"Realized your mom~"
Even before the young woman in white closed her eyes, Yi Chen had sensed something amiss.
