A sword web, formed by seven-fold slashes shrieking in from seven directions, was enough to shred everything in its path, be it fallen leaves or living things.
The shadow opposite had begun to sweat. Though the shadow was indistinct, Yekong could discern the truth: this was clearly one of the many soul-clones the Otherworld’s Emperor Luo had dispersed long ago.
It is said that mice know no fear, but that is only because they are too foolish—too foolish to even possess the emotion of fear. But humans are not mice. Even though they may have ascended through cultivation, it is instinctual to feel dread when faced with such a fearsome and terrifying sword art.
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