C1525 Blood for Blood!

The sword light was an enigma, a fleeting glint that, in the blink of an eye, reached the cultivator. With a swift pass, the cultivator's head was severed, his body spurting fresh blood that splashed to the ground.

Murong Qianqian's sword strike was a triumph. With a deft gesture, she conjured a seal and the flying sword pirouetted in the air, morphing into a fearsome bloom of blades