Chapter 38

In an instant, a wave of green light rippled and condensed. Though it was but a single point, all those watching felt as if the heavens and earth were surging with verdant energy, radiating from the very moment Su Shiyan’s long sword left its scabbard. Yet, looking closer, there was no trace of green—only a flash of light, bright as lightning, appearing and vanishing in a heartbeat. The sky had already grown dim, but the brilliance of that unsheathing seemed to illuminate—nay, sear—the eyes of everyone present. In the brief clash, Hao Qi stepped back rapidly, while Su Shiyan stood her ground after a single strike. Her posture and movements had not changed in the slightest; even her long sword remained within its scabbard, as if the scene just witnessed had been but an illusion. Hao Qi touched his chest. There was a hole in his clothing right over his heart—neither large nor small, about the size of a copper coin—but his skin remained completely unscathed. There was only a mark left on the fabric.