Since she has appeared before him, every move, every frown, every smile, all represent the stance of the Royal Family.
But now, she has drawn her sword to challenge him in her own right.
"Such a swift sword!"
It's the same exclamation again.
Only this time, the one expressing amazement is Jiang Feng.
With his right hand in a reverse grip, he sweeps the Qiushui Sword horizontally. A mere three-meter distance would take only a blink of an eye for them to close in, cutting diagonally past one another, the reverse grip Qiushui Sword switching to an orthodox grip in a horizontal slash across the river.
When iron wire clashes with the treasure sword, a crisp collision rings out, the control over the blade and tip by both is just right, every hit sounding like brittle ice shattering.
