Chapter 543 — Riding the Tiger
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Abruptly, Sang Wan seemed to sense something and halted. Ahead, the demoness also sensed the peril and stopped at once. Separated by a mountain—not tall, yet steep—the two women each summoned their divine abilities, almost simultaneously unleashing them upon the ridge opposite.
Their ferocious powers clashed through the mountain, colliding deep within its body. After a brief stillness, the mountain suddenly collapsed, dust and smoke spreading like mist.
Within the haze, the runes and sigils began to crumble and disintegrate, scattering into motes of bright light like bursting fireworks. Neither woman could see the other; each whirled through the sparks, sword-pellets and saber-orbs flying from their sleeves, swirling around their graceful bodies like fireflies, tiny flying swords and curved blades dancing among their skirts.
Sang Wan had learned swordsmanship under her father, the Venerable Deity Sang Ye, while the demoness opposite was a disciple of the Demon Saber Fuluotuo, cultivating the way of the blade.
In what seemed an instant, they touched, like two butterflies in fireworks tangling and drifting. Saber-orbs and sword-pellets spun with chiming rings as tiny blades and swords collided, bursting forth strings of sparks.
"The swordsmanship of the Venerable Deity Sang Ye—you are Sang Wan!"
"The saber technique of the Demon Saber Fuluotuo—you are Bi Yi!"
The two women immediately recognized each other's swordsmanship and saber technique. Amid flashing blade-light and sword-shadows, two girls graceful as startled swans erupted with divine power at close range. Saber-light passed through the divine abilities; sword-light grazed their hair. The rolling saber-orbs and sword-pellets burst with brilliant radiance, illuminating their eyes, illuminating each other.
Though their bodies appeared slender and delicate, they harbored strength that even surpassed Shen Mu's. In the instant they saw each other, before their minds could react, their bodies had already responded—palms, elbows, shoulders, legs, knees attacking in a furious storm!
Both women grunted, each taking hits, tumbling out of the fireworks like burlap sacks rolling down a hillside, bouncing and rolling for six or seven li before finally coming to a stop.
The moment they halted, the sword-pellets and saber-orbs they had sent against each other arrived overhead. Swords and blades rained down, and in an instant hundreds of curved blades and flying swords poured from the pellets and orbs.
Rolling and tumbling, Sang Wan pulled the bow from her back, somersaulting like a wildcat—with each revolution, over a dozen arrows flew. Thirteen li opposite, Bi Yi likewise drew her demon bow and returned fire.
Behind them, blade-light and sword-light continued to fall without cease.
They circled a mountain peak, fighting across the ridge. Bowstrings thrummed, clear and sharp notes carrying across, and the peak was instantly perforated with a dozen holes.
They sprinted at top speed, dodging each other's arrows and blades. Suddenly Sang Wan spotted the massive axe-spear—they had fought their way back to where axe and spear crossed.
One woman ran up the great axe, the other leaped onto the black spear, each serpentining upward while attacking the other. When they reached the summits of the two divine weapons, they suddenly plummeted like meteors, each unleashing vicious strikes in midair.
"Aah—"
A scream rang out. Sang Wan hurried to look—Bi Yi had fallen into the trap she had left here earlier and immediately triggered the sword-pellet formation she had laid!
As the sole surviving child of the Venerable Deity Sang Ye, Sang Wan had whatever she wanted. She could not refine sword-pellets like Shen Mu's, but the sword-pellets on her person were by no means few.