Xu Qingxue's words reminded Qingyi of Yunfei and the sword dance of the lightning priestesses.
Yunfei's first attack was just a way of stopping the crimson hell centipede, stunning it and creating space for her next blows.
Each strike was more powerful than the last, slowly shredding the centipede's hard shell.
Had he really misunderstood the tempest monarch's Sword Art so badly?
After losing himself in his own thoughts for a few moments, Qingyi couldn't help but bow. "Thank you for your teachings, Master!"
His words caused no change in the silver-haired beauty, whose cold eyes closed for a brief moment before she signaled with her hand.
"Try to attack me again." She ordered.
"Yes, master." The handsome young man smiled.
Qingyi took up a combat stance before using the first form of the Stormy Monarch's sword art, the heaven-defying Thunder Sword shimmering with an intense thunderous Qi, covered by the silver threads of the sword's Qi.
