The sunlight just began to shine brightly, but was extinguished with a pop. Sharp, heavy, and swift—the triple characteristics unleashed simultaneously, striking on Fang Qingzhu's sword body before she could change her move.
"Bang..."
A loud noise echoed.
Fang Qingzhu's entire body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.
She was sliced into the earth and stones with a 'pfft', sinking up to her knees.
In that moment, her entire body went limp and numb, with the sharp Sword Qi slicing into her insides, her organs threatening to split apart. Terrified at heart, her expression remained unchanged. The emerald bamboo sword in her hand spun swiftly, drawing a cold crescent moon.
"Moonlight Divine Sword."
In front of her, endless water vapor condensed into ice, and layer upon layer of solid ice appeared with cracking sounds.
Chen Ping slashed down with his sword, the blade bounced back, his body spinning without halting.
