Frost Sword Against Black Saber [Part-2]
Selena did not say a word and only silently held the Amethyst Mist Sword in her hand tightly. There was a trace of sword light between her brows, and invisible sword intent had already formed.
The moment her fingers wrapped around the sword hilt, the atmosphere around her quietly changed.
The noisy world seemed to suddenly slow.
The countless discussions around the Martial Emperor Tomb gradually faded into the background. Wind brushed against her silver hair as strands danced lightly across her face. Her blue eyes remained calm, but beneath that calmness was a frightening stillness.
This was the stillness Leon had taught her.
A sword should not move recklessly.
Once it moved—
It should decide victory.
"Prison Holy Sect? Then let's give it a try…" Selena said coldly.
The instant those words fell, she drew her sword.
Clang!
The clear sound of a sword leaving its sheath echoed like a dragon's cry.
A cold chill instantly erupted.
