Departing for Qingyang Mountain
A piercing flash of light streaked by.
Accompanied by a crisp, cracking sound.
Inside the second-floor dining hall of the Qingshan Restaurant, a wine cup on the table of the round-faced youth in brocade suddenly split silently in two. The white liquor inside spilled across the table, releasing a mellow fragrance.
This abrupt turn of events startled everyone slightly.
Shen Xiu immediately took a step back, his gaze turning solemn. The other party's hearing was exceptionally sharp, and she was capable of injuring people with a flying sword from afar.
The flying sword she manipulated was astonishingly fast, leaving almost no visible trace as it darted through the air.
Activating his Double Pupil Heavenly Eye, he managed only to catch a blurry, snow-white flash in the blink of an eye—it had happened too fast to see clearly.
As for the woman who had wielded the flying sword to issue a warning from the air, Shen Xiu naturally took a glance with his Double Pupil Heavenly Eye. Her name was accurate, and her cultivation was indeed at the Sixth Realm, the Purple Palace.
There were no errors in this.
This was his first time witnessing the sword-manipulation techniques of a mystic cultivator of this realm at such close range.
It was truly formidable.
Compared to the mystic cultivator he had encountered in Fengan Town who wielded the Heijian strapped to his back, this was like a grand sorcerer meeting a minor one.
The shattered wine cup left the round-fac…
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