C1838 She Is a Sword Cultivator but You Are Not

Liu Qiqi's complexion was ashen as her chest rose and fell with labored breaths. Her left hand dangled weakly at her side, blood dripping steadily from her fingertips. Her right hand, clutching the Godsbane Blade, trembled slightly. The sound of her own breathing and heartbeat was alarmingly distinct in her ears.

A mere five meters ahead