As the words fell, an indescribable sword light pierced straight through the cascading rain, pointing directly at Xue An's brow.
Its momentum unstoppable.
It's hard to imagine such a majestic and awe-inspiring sword coming from the hand of a gentle woman.
Xue An didn't try to blunt its edge but retreated swiftly backward.
Yet how could his retreat compare to the speed of the sword light?
So in just an instant, the sword light was already right before Xue An's brow.
Seeing it would pierce his brow in the next second, at this moment, Xue An suddenly raised his eyes, and a Red Lotus rapidly bloomed within his brow, perfectly blocking the sword light.
Screech.
A sharp sound like tearing silk.
The lotus shattered, and the sword light dissipated along with it.
Shen Hongyi's eyes lit up, "Did you use this Sword Intent to seriously injure my brother? Interesting indeed!"
As she spoke, Shen Hongyi abruptly spun the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
Crack, crack, crack!
