'So ordinary weapon and simple attacks are useless.' Yu Xuan noted it with interest.
'Her bloodline was no petty trick — it layered her in defenses that made common attacks meaningless. Good.' He liked things interesting.
"Fun, then," he muttered.
His sword began to hum, the air around it thickening as intent released from him.
The Heaven grade sword drank his intent and Qi.
Yu Xuan performed the second form of [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].
Long Anming's pupils snapped narrow. For a woman who had been pride incarnate, she did not panic; she saw.
Danger blossomed before her like branches of a tree: not one slash, but many — simultaneous, crisscrossing.
In response, light concentrated in her own hands.
Two ephemeral blades coalesced: one gold as dawn, saturated with a warm, blinding brilliance; the other a dark blue, cold and sharp as midnight sea.
The twin weapons were born from her bloodline's contradiction — creation and destruction.
