The moonlit courtyard became a storm of silver and black.
Lixue pushed her Foundation Establishment cultivation to its absolute limit, her Ancient Sword Sovereign bloodline singing a lethal, high-pitched melody. She moved like a phantom, her midnight-blue tunic blurring as she unleashed a relentless barrage of thrusts and slashes. Every strike was aimed at Shen Yu's vital points, not out of malice, but out of a profound respect; she knew her husband would find anything less than her absolute best to be an insult.
"Faster, Lixue," Shen Yu commanded, his voice perfectly calm despite the violent clash of steel ringing through the night.
He didn't take a single step backward. Grounding his stance, he met her hurricane of sword Qi with the fluid, sweeping deflections of the Rising Swan Spear Technique. Despite only being at the 9th Stage of Qi Condensation, the sheer, compressed density of his Primordial Dantian allowed him to match her Foundation Establishment strength blow for blow.
