Two swords tore through the sky, slaying the beasts one after another. Their structures were identical, yet each radiated a completely different aura.
The red blade was a slender line of mirror-silver, wrapped in living crimson flames that did not rise like fire—instead they clung, coiled, and crept along the metal like flowing blood seeking a body to possess. At the crossguard bloomed a white lotus, impossibly pure, yet at its heart pulsed a blood-red gem, glowing like a divine wound that refused to heal.
Dark metallic thorns curved from the hilt, horned and predatory, as if the weapon itself had grown fangs. From its end hung a tassel-chain of red lotus charms and blood-colored beads, heavy and ceremonial—the kind once used in forbidden rituals meant to summon the most villainous and ancient evils with ease.
"Xuèlián…?"
Han Yu identified it first. For confirmation, his gaze snapped to the other blade fighting alongside it.
Yes, It's definitely Qīnglián!
