"Take my sword."
Li Chijin uttered four words, and the blazing white light flowed out from the longsword at his waist. He lifted his left hand lightly, and the biting wind atop Yi Shan City suddenly grew still, turning all around into a field of pure whiteness.
Deng Qiuzhi pressed the sword at his waist, feeling surges in his heart. He too was a swordsman; though his cultivation level was not high, he recognized the splendor of this sword strike.
"Moon Que Sword Intent... Brother Chi Jing has always been one to conceal his ability and not flaunt himself before others. Now pushed to the brink, he finally chooses not to hide!"
The white radiance flowed like moonlight, slow in appearance yet truly swift, and crashed into Chi Jiuyun's crimson barrier. It was like piercing a sheet of window paper—layer upon layer of talismanic golden light flashed around Chi Jiuyun's body, shattering in vain. As an icy chill spread across his neck, Chi Jiuyun could only pale and cry out:
