The moment Mi Baixue drew the Xueyin Sword, the Primordial Dragon Mark sleeping within the blade suddenly erupted with a dragon roar that shook the heavens.
With a light step on her toes, she swept across the plaza like a white rainbow piercing the sun, her blade tearing through the air and dragging dozens of ghostly blue sword trails behind it, each one striking a faded time rune with pinpoint precision.
The instant the sword tip touched the runes, the accelerated flow of time froze for a split second, and those cracked patterns shimmered with a faint light beneath the sword glow, only to be swallowed up the next second by a more violent surge of blood-red sand, emitting a piercing shriek like breaking glass.
Chapter 903