Qing Yueqiu's sword cut through the biting frost, her dancing figure as nimble and ethereal as a sprite in the snow.
But her Swordsmanship at this moment lacked the Sword Rhythm Pei Yuhang so often spoke of. It was just a series of crude hacks, slashes, and thrusts. Her Sword Qi tore through the frigid wind, unleashing the fiery rage she had bottled up inside.
This was a habit Qing Yueqiu had formed. Whenever she was in a foul mood, she would practice her sword to vent, forgetting every form she had ever learned. Relying purely on instinct, she slashed with abandon, imbued with the resolve to kill every snowflake that crossed her path.
In that moment, her sword radiated an Evil Qi she had never known she possessed. Even the Moonlight Essence on the surface of the Luminous Shadow Sword was tainted by this aura, taking on a faint red hue.
Qing Yueqiu realized she seemed to possess an innate talent that had yet to be unearthed—a talent for slaughter.
