Refusing to Let Go

Yu Zhiling was scared to death. Her hands trembled as she forced herself to turn around and gave a strained smile. "It’s late. You must be tired. How about we settle this tomorrow?"

At least let her survive through tonight! Tonight she would think of a way. If she really couldn't, tomorrow morning she would run to Yan Shanqing’s place to hide. In any case, she just needed some time to react!

Mo Zhu was still looking at her. The youth was so tall that when they stood together, she was completely swallowed by his shadow, creating an immense sense of pressure.

"Master, it is only just past the hour of Xu. It is not yet the Yingshan Sect's curfew."

"This disciple truly cannot understand that move. Master’s sword art is the best in Zhongzhou..."

His gaze suddenly darkened.

Under her feigned calm gaze, the youth reached his left hand behind his back and summoned a long sword that was silver-white all over.

"This disciple only wishes to ask for a bit of guidance."

A flash of sword light flickered. His movements were so fast that before Yu Zhiling could see clearly, the tip of the blade was flying straight toward her forehead!

Her heart leaped into her throat.

Help me!

Intense killing intent surged toward her. This was the first time in her life she had felt such a life-or-death sensation. Her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to do. She was clearly so terrified she was paralyzed, yet just as the blade was less than half an inch from her throat...

A massive pressure erupted from her body, and a green long sword shot out from the room!

Before her mind could react, her body moved automatically. Her toes tapped lightly, and she glided up the green stone steps, her hand reaching out to catch the sword in mid-air.

"Whoosh!"

She swung the sword in a horizontal arc!

Sword qi roared like ocean waves, crashing straight toward Mo Zhu. Cold winds shrieked as a black shadow blurred to the side to dodge, then landed gracefully in a different spot.

She stood on the stone steps; Mo Zhu stood below them.

Mo Zhu looked up slightly, his exquisite features clearly visible under the moonlight, his skin appearing translucent.

Yu Zhiling wore her green robes, her expression cold. The ends of her hair were tossed by the sword qi, and a powerful spiritual energy surrounded her—an aura he hadn't sensed during the day.

The youth gripped his long sword tightly, his gaze calm. He curled his lips and said, "Master’s Zhu Qing sword... truly lives up to its reputation. However, for ten years now, this disciple has never seen you draw your sword."

Yu Zhiling’s expression remained unchanged. Her sword hand was steady, but the hand hidden inside her sleeve was shaking like a leaf.

She had just flown up, hadn't she?

She had just made a move, hadn't she?

Heavens, since when was she this strong!

Her heart was doing a little dance. She tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that wanted to curl up, keeping her voice calm as she said, "Mm. It’s late tonight. Go rest first."

She really didn't know how she had summoned the Zhu Qing sword, let alone how she possessed such terrifying presence and sword qi.

But she knew very well that the first time could be a miracle, but if she let Mo Zhu try a second time, it would likely be a fatal accident.

Maintaining her calm facade, she was about to sheathe her sword and leave when Mo Zhu refused to let her go.

"Master."

"This disciple still doesn't understand that sword move. Why don't you and I exchange blows once more so that I can comprehend it more clearly?"

The smile on the youth's face gradually faded. He looked at her with a cold gaze. "This disciple doesn't understand... what exactly is the so-called Star-Shattering Slash?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zhu stepped forward again. Spiritual energy surged beneath his feet, and the silver sword in his hand turned into a dazzling streak of light. His momentum was nothing like that of an Early Golden Core cultivator.

Again?

Save me!