Long Xue did not know exactly how Kyrian had helped, but she knew it had been him.
She was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she looked at the place where the two attackers had fallen. The clean cut on their chests, the way their leaves had been split in half, and their bodies disappeared in flashes of green light… everything happened too fast. She did not see the strike. She did not feel the Qi approaching. It was as if the air itself had cut them apart.
But she knew that kind of cut. Pure sword intent, sharp like nothing she had ever felt before. It could only be Kyrian.
Outside, on the Central Plateau, the crowd watching the battles of the members of the Verdant Sword Sect erupted in confusion.
