"Kill—!" Ye Fan's fierce roar made the night sky tremble. The figures of the four women shot out almost simultaneously, the resulting wave of air overturning the burning straw stack at the village entrance. Sparks spat and pattered onto Ye Fan's face, their heat making his eyelids twitch slightly—this pain allowed him to perceive the surging power within his Inner World even more clearly.
When Lin Zhaoyue drew Primordial Sword, its ringing sounded like a dragon's roar. Her plain white skirt was whipped into a loud flutter by the sword Qi, but her sword tip remained as steady as if nailed into the void. In his past life, she had seen too many sword cultivators, but at this moment, this figure was more vivid than all the sword immortals in his memories. The light cyan jade hairpin in her hair swayed with her movements; he had picked it out for her at the market the day before, saying it would match her newly refined cold iron sword tassel.
"Zhaoyue, the left flank!" Ye Fan's voice, blended with the resonance of the Inner World, drilled straight into her Sea of Consciousness. Lin Zhaoyue's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her sword tip suddenly deviated by three inches. The sword Qi that was meant to pierce the Grand Palace Master's throat turned instead to cleave apart three ghost corpses pouncing toward Su Qingxue. As those grayish-blue corpses were shredded by the sword Qi, she smelled the bitter almond scent seeping from the rotting flesh—it was the poison laid in advance…
Chapter 398