The battle erupted.
Fanxue's sword cut through three soldiers in a single swing — their bodies splitting at the waist, blood spraying. She moved with a speed and power that shouldn't have been possible for a Foundation Establishment cultivator — except she wasn't Foundation Establishment anymore. Her golden core blazed in her dantian, the condensed spiritual energy far denser than any orthodox Golden Core.
Qingshu fought like a warrior. Her lean body moved with lethal precision, her small tits heaving as she spun and slashed, her sword taking heads. Three Iron Spear disciples lunged at her — she ducked under their spears, slashed upward, and all three fell, split from groin to crown.
Mingyu was a force of nature. Her thick, motherly body moved with unexpected power, her enormous tits swinging wildly as she swung her heavy blade. She caught a Crimson Blade soldier mid-charge — her blade cleaving through his sword and his body. She kicked the corpse aside and advanced.
