The familiar sword light soared into the sky, as if to slice open everything before it.
Once, Chen Kuang had seen the same sword coming from the west of the Imperial City, destroying the entire Wind and Rain Pavilion before his eyes, and a Half-Step Grandmaster dying nonchalantly under the sword.
At this moment, this sword was equally stunning, even more so, but the enemy it faced was of a strength several hundred, even thousand times that of the Half-Step Grandmaster!
The woman's silhouette in front of Chen Kuang, her waterfall-like jet-black long hair wildly fluttering in the wind, a wide Profound Robe flowing like a butterfly about to take flight.
The vague veil had been worn away by the violent wind, revealing a pale, exceedingly beautiful, cold countenance amidst the dancing strands of hair.
Shen Meinan and Shen Xingzhu were indeed twins, Chen Kuang couldn't help but think to himself.
Their appearances were at least sixty percent alike.
