A General's Command, No Room for Cowards

Le Xiu observed the soft and seemingly ineffective strikes, which appeared incapable of harming anyone. However, when wielded by someone with profound talent and focus, their lethality was formidable. Nanli began to show signs of retreat. Her eyes flickered slightly as she played the instrument while simultaneously evading the spiritual blades. But the density of the spiritual blades was overwhelming, and there were moments when she could not avoid them. Fortunately, she was wearing a magical robe that prevented the tiny blades from piercing her flesh.

Snowy Peak Master also noticed this and his eyes were filled with coldness. Then, the sound of the flute became even more piercing. Ximen Chuan frowned deeply and instinctively took a step forward. Cinian reached out to stop him, saying, "Master Ximen, it is not yet time to intervene."

"Not yet? When will it be?!" Ximen Chuan clenched his fists. "If this continues, even the magical robe won't be able to protect her!"