When Liou Yuan's palm touched the sword's blade.
The aura around Liou Yuan surged to the peak, with shattered leaves torn by his Sword Qi and scattering around. At this moment, under the influence of that sword stance, everything halted abruptly in mid-air.
Not just the leaves, even the ripples on the water seemed to freeze under the sword's impression.
Clang!
Emerald light flashed like a cold star, shooting from Liou Yuan's body into the night sky.
A streak of verdant color remained across the starry and moonlit night, breathtaking and attention-grabbing.
Liou Yuan was about to unleash this sword.
At the crucial moment, his eyes suddenly regained clarity, the golden glow in his pupils freezing on a shadow within the forest on the riverbank outside.
The figures of two women stood in the darkness.
One was a Female Cultivator in a light cyan dress, and the other a Female Sword Cultivator carrying a black longsword.
