"Ruxue, what is a world of mind?" Qingyi asked, unable to hide the faint smile on his lips.
He knew the concept of a sea of mind, unlocked when a cultivator reached the Nascent Soul Realm, but a world of mind was a completely new term for him.
"I'll explain later, get rid of that damned old woman!" Ruxue replied, her voice slightly hurried.
She still seemed to be having trouble fully synchronizing with her fragment.
Qingyi swung the heaven-defying thunder sword, using the movement to wipe away the disgusting blood that permeated the beautiful, elegant blade.
"N-no... impossible..." The old woman muttered, barely feeling the cold steel pressing against her neck.
Qingyi pressed down, his lightning sword qi flashing as his blade sank into the aged flesh.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" The old woman screamed, her aura of the third stage of the Iron Body Realm exploding from her body.
