Qin Xin pressed her finger against the Chixiao Sword, and the blade burst with a dazzling brilliance that forcefully carried her forward another few metres.
Master Yueyang wore a look of contempt, mocking her in a derisive tone: "Even if you desperately squeeze every ounce of potential from your primordial spirit, I doubt you can come within a zhang of me."
"Then I'll just have to try. The worst that can happen is death, which is still better than the Yin spirits in this banner wishing for death while unable to die." Qin Xin had no stamina left to spare like Master Yueyang; she had already exhausted the very last dregs of her primordial spirit's vital breath. Even if her primordial spirit were to return to her body right this instant, she would likely need a long period of rest just to recover.
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