Chapter 452. The Second person to force me to use my sword.
Chapter 452: 452. The Second person to force me to use my sword.
The smile on Zhu Xian’s face slowly faded and she gently drew her sword with both hands.A clear sword cry echoed across the martial platform as the silver blade left its sheath.
The air itself seemed to sharpen.
Across from her, Fang Lian merely smiled.
Her own sword remained in its sheath.
"I’ll make the first move."
Zhu Xian vanished.
A streak of silver flashed across the platform.
The distance of several hundred meters disappeared in an instant.
The disciples gasped.
"So fast!"
The sword descended like moonlight.
Elegant yet fatal but without anyone seeing when she had moved, Fang Lian’s sheathed sword had already intercepted the attack.
She stood exactly where she had been moments ago.
"You missed."
Zhu Xian’s pupils contracted.
She hadn’t, the trajectory had been perfect.
Then why...
She didn’t stop to think as her sword danced once more.
Sword light flooded the platform like an endless river.
The arena trembled beneath the relentless barrage.
Fang Lian leisurely blocked every strike with the sheath of her sword.
She didn’t even bother drawing it.
Her expression remained calm, as though she were casually strolling through a garden.
The disciples gradually fell silent.
Senior Sister was actually being suppressed.
Fang Lian smiled as she looked at Zhu Xian.
"So you’ve finally used it. Then let me show you something beautiful while your eyes are open."
A faint hum spread across the heavens, carrying an invisible wave of sword intent that rippled through the air like circles expanding across a tranquil lake.
Every sword within the surrounding space answered with a clear, resonant cry.
The swords hanging from the disciples’ waists trembled violently, and several even began sliding out of their sheaths without their owners touching them.
"What is happening?"
"My sword..."
"I cannot control it!"
Even Zhu Xian’s own sword slowed.
It was not because she wished it to stop but because the sword itself was resisting.
For the first time in her life, Zhu Xian felt hesitation from the blade in her hand.
Her pupils contracted as realization dawned upon her.
"...A Sword Domain."
Within that domain, all sword intent belonged to Fang Lian alone.
Every foreign sword was treated as an unwelcome guest.
Every swordsman who entered became an outsider before the true master of the domain.
Fang Lian smiled faintly.
"Beautiful, is it not?"