This sword forcefully split Xie Huanran's attack in half.
But at the same time, Yue Fuyi was also shaken, retreating backward and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
She gripped the sword tightly in her hand, her eyes serious: "Such strong power..."
Yue Fuyi had been in closed-door cultivation for almost a year.
This time upon exiting, she was already an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.
But the Ancient Martial World had undergone earth-shattering changes.
The Xie Family was annihilated, and Xie Huanran was promoted to a Peak Ancient Martial Artist.
Yue Fuyi barely held herself up with the sword, turning her head, her pupils contracted: "Ah Ying!"
Ying Zijin lay cradled in Fu Yunshen's arms, her face pale.
She didn't have any visible injuries, but she had fallen unconscious, losing awareness.
Xie Huanran was equally in a sorry state.
Both his arms were pierced through, with streams of blood flowing down, extremely shocking.
