This sword's Qi mechanism was thick and heavy, carrying the momentum that could pierce through the Jianghu of the Western Regions and the Northern Frontier. The sword array set by eighteen female sword attendants couldn't even entangle for a single breath, being cleaved from the sky, the sound of ripping silk incessant, those high-quality silks fluttering down like scattered butterflies.
The Qi mechanism connecting the eighteen women was shattered.
Dressed in wide-sleeved white garments, no longer carrying the demeanor of an immortal, they all fell down.
The sword emerged.
Under one sword, only Chu Yangyu remained standing high above.
The sword was sheathed.
