This was a terrifying form of swordsmanship. Even though her realm had reached a highly proficient level, she still knew that she was no match for this swordsmanship.
If she had a chance to make a move, there would at least be a sliver of hope, a possibility to chastise the other's arrogant pride.
But now, she had absolutely no opportunity to strike.
The opponent's Sword Intent was like the Heavenly Dao Tribulation, an oppressive aura bearing down on her, suffocating even her breath.
This aura clearly wouldn't kill her, yet it allowed no chance of escape.
This was a desperate and lonely assault of Sword Intent, truly maddening.
She could not withstand the oppressive force, the suppression, and could only suffer bitterly. She actually had a chance to flee, but ultimately she couldn't leave in front of Lan Ruo and Xian Yue, because the pain from this sinister Sword Intent was far less than the pain of seeing the disappointment in the eyes of those two women.
