Yue Shichan watched the battle from a distance, looking a bit bewildered.

Her face suggested she was in her late teens, and her clothes were pristine white. She carried an ancient sword and a yellow-skinned gourd. The combination made her seem as ethereal as smoke, transcendent and detached.

Yet now, quite some time passed before the woman the Great Zhou honored as “the type of genius that only appears once in a millennium” calmed herself down.

How mighty of an existence was You Tianhong? Yet Su Yi had cut him down in a single attack. She could never have anticipated this.”

“Praise the immeasurable glory of the Buddha.” The chief elder of Shanglin Temple’s Arhat Hall, Lonely River, clasped his hands together and chanted sutras. He looked conflicted.

Just like him, You Tianhong hailed from the Great Qin. He knew better than anyone how lofty You Tianhong’s position was in the hearts of the nation’s sword cultivators.

It was no exaggeration to say that You Tianhong’s combat prowess placed him in the top five among the Great Qin’s Grain Avoidance cultivators!

Yet now, You Tianhong had fallen atop Nine Millet Mountain, at the hands of the fourth-level Grandmaster, Su Yi!

A chill coursed...