There were no opening remarks, no conversation, no foreshadowing, no sudden flurry of wind and snow.
In such an ordinary and uninteresting manner, this battle that was the focus of thousands of gazes began.
Xu Yourong unsheathed the sword very slowly, as if the movement had been divided into countless actions and then put back together again.
As the temple sword emerged from the sheath, the true essence attached to the sword incessantly collided against the sheath, causing the sword to ring out countless times. Combined together, they created a long and timeless sword cry.
The sword had not completely emerged from the sheath, but the attack had already begun.
Her attack was this sword cry which rang out over the Bridge of Helplessness.
The sword cry fell on his ear and went straight into Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness. Though it was invisible, he could clearly sense it.
