A thick blade of energy, vast as a mountain range, slashed downward.

A torrent of sword energy fell, cleaving the heavens and earth.

When Ji Taisu saw this, he stamped his foot.

Beneath her feet, purple mist billowed and then transformed into a violet lotus flower.

A purple lotus, its petals closed, envelops Ji Taisu within. Purple runes flow across its surface.

This is a powerful defensive technique.

The sword of years slashed onto the purple lotus bud, bursting forth with dazzling runes.

Ji Tai Sui's lips twitched, just about to say something.

His face, however, changed abruptly.

The king is carefree, his sword pointing downwards with each strike.

"Slash!"

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