As the dust slowly began to settle down, Zhang Fumin looked around searching for Xiangli Fei and a little later, Xiangli Fei slowly emerged from the dust.
Her sword was shattered, the blade broken in half, and her body was covered in cuts and bruises.
She struggled to stand, using the remains of her sword as a crutch, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Despite the damage, her eyes still held a fierce determination, but her strength was nearly spent.
Xiangli Zhi stood up from her seat in shock to see her daughter in such a state and her heart gripped in pain.
"Fei'er..."
Looking at her, Zhang Fumin closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Before Zhang Fumin could react, Xiangli Fei lunged forward with the broken sword.
The blade, though halved, still held a deadly edge, its icy coldness now concentrated into a smaller, more lethal form.
