Creak--
Shen Sifan's grip on the sword gradually tightened, and the sound of the sword hilt being deformed could be heard. It was clear how much force she was using.
The Green Lotus Sword was one of the toughest things in the world, especially the hilt and edge of the sword. Even this was being squeezed to the point of making a creaking sound. If the thing in Chen Sifan's hand right now was a human head, it would already be a lump of mushy substance that was covered in mosaics.
Green Lotus Swordsman looked at the unsightly scene in the room with an expressionless face. If there were reporters in this era, this scene would be an explosive topic: 'The widow of the former Master of the Sword Pavilion and the City Lord of the City of Ten Thousand Swords has a chaotic private life.'
The young man shrouded by the light spot looked unfamiliar, but the direction of the spell was definitely correct.