Suddenly, a faint light arose, cutting through the sky, tracing an orbit and stirring up a chaotic Sword Light. At first glance, it resembled the dawn's first light, illuminating a night of despair.
"Mayfly Swords..."
"It's useless," Han Chan shook his head.
The Net of No Leakage, concentrated with the cultivation of the Seven Kills Sect Saintess, and the Vast Sky Net that was vast yet had no leaks – let alone Zhou Dao who had yet to Coagulate Seal, even if he reached the same realm as Zhao Lingfeng, he might not be able to break through this net of absolute death.
"Mayfly Swords..."
Zhao Lingfeng watched the soaring Sword Light, her beautiful eyes trembling lightly, her gaze becoming hazy.
Back then... it was she who helped that man master this unparalleled sword technique.