At the top of the cliff, a man and a woman were locked in combat.
The man was in his fifties, dressed in lavish robes, with triangular eyes and a bald head. Wielding a long sword, he unleashed wave after wave of blinding sword light that surged overwhelmingly toward his opponent.
His opponent was a daoist nun in her thirties, striking in appearance and exceptionally tall, yet wearing an expression of absolute frigidity. Every single move of the horsetail whisk in her hand targeted the man's fatal acupoints, and her strikes were venomous.
Chapter 194