Her attack was as swift as lightning, reaching Ye Chen in the blink of an eye. The sharp blade, wreathed in fierce gales, pierced straight toward the center of Ye Chen's brow; a mere few centimeters lower would have been enough to pierce his brain.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Zhao Xiyao's long sword danced frantically, every strike carrying destructive sword Qi.
At this moment, she resembled a killing machine, utterly devoid of any mercy or compassion.
Chapter 1649