In the clearing, Mu Qianyue and Lu Xiyao stood facing each other.
Lu Xiyao stood with her head raised and chest out, holding the Charm Snow Sword, her chin arrogantly lifted, her dress fluttering in the wind, giving her a somewhat enchanting appearance. Unfortunately, no matter how much she feigned elegance, she couldn't overshadow the brilliance of Mu Qianyue.
Mu Qianyue stood indifferently on the spot, without making any motion, naturally exuding an innate authority and elegance. This was the innate aura of a king, requiring no deliberate performance.
In contrast, the pretentious Lu Xiyao appeared like a small-time clown before her, making one loathe her.
A hint of intense jealousy flashed in Lu Xiyao's eyes. Her figure moved, and the Charm Snow Sword in her hand suddenly stabbed toward Mu Qianyue's face with a treacherous and vicious swordsmanship, clearly intending to ruin Mu Qianyue's face with one strike.
