A scarlet figure appeared, like a malevolent ghost emerging from Hell. Its skin was completely burned away, its flesh roiling as it blazed with blood flames nearly five meters high. A terrifying pressure radiated from it, blanketing the area.
This was the final blow.
Chen Xiaorong's condition, however, was the complete opposite. She showed no signs of disarray. The only change was the Suwen longsword in her hand, which now glowed with an intensely brilliant white light—a light so pure it contained no trace of impurity.
Her aura was serene, yet it was the calm that precedes a storm. As she channeled an immeasurable power into the edge of her sword, Chen Xiaorong's Meridians began to rupture from the overload. It started with the small, insignificant ones, then spread to several major channels, and finally, even to the two Heaven and Earth Bridges that were intrinsically tied to her Cultivation.
