A flying sword swept out from behind the screen.
The man in heavy armor's pupils contracted, while the woman casually flicked her hand, and the speed of the flying sword almost surpassed the range of his Divine Thought.
In just a moment of distraction, the residual image of the flying sword reached in front of him.
The next moment, the flying sword grazed the edge of the heavy armor, sparking a series of dazzling flashes before ultimately embedding itself in the pillar of the great hall!
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
Sword Sound enveloped the area.
The man in heavy armor was sent tumbling backward by the fierce Sword Qi.
He stared blankly at the flying sword, an ordinary quality weapon at best, perhaps only fourth or fifth rank, a "substandard flying sword."
With Her Majesty's status, why would she toy with such an inferior product?
"A few days ago, I visited the Refining Department and stumbled upon this sword,"
the woman said with a smile, "Does it look familiar to you?"
