At this moment, it wasn't just Wang Wu who sensed something was amiss.
That Senior Brother Bai, indeed worthy of being a Third-Grade Cultivator, managed to swiftly dodge aside to evade a fatal blow, even when caught off guard with his back turned to Fan Xiaoyun.
At this time, Fan Xiaoyun had utterly transformed into a woman whose appearance was ninety percent similar to Madam Yu; yet, while Madam Yu was gentle like water, this woman was sharp and frosty.
Nobody knew how strong she was, but at this instant, the giant sword under her feet suddenly split into hundreds of fragments of sword light, swirling ceaselessly around her, as if dressing her in a long skirt made of sword light.
Not only was it splendid, but it also allowed her to weave back and forth like a swimming fish, simultaneously blocking the dense attacks around her and wreaking havoc on her surroundings.
