At that critical and perilous moment, a brilliant beam of light raced forward like a shooting star chasing the moon. The ray struck Murong Feng's saber with pinpoint accuracy. With a loud, crisp crash, the weapon was knocked flying like a kite with a severed string, landing far off in the dust.
Shocked and startled, Murong Feng instinctively reined in his attack, stumbling back a few paces in a panic before barely managing to steady himself. His eyes were wide with vigilance and astonishment as he stared fixedly at a mysterious figure in a white skirt standing in the distance. It was clearly a young and beautiful woman.
She possessed an alluring figure, her long white dress fluttering gently in the breeze to reveal an air of effortless elegance. A veil as thin as a cicada's wing concealed her face, leaving only a pair of bright, deep eyes exposed, as though they held endless secrets.
Chapter 138