She was slow, but Yang Pi's Attribute Sword was anything but slow. Instead, it became even more dazzling and swift.
There was almost no time interval.
Swish!
The sword pierced into Tailing Nishang's shoulder...
In an instant.
The area of Tailing Nishang's shoulder was bleeding profusely. More horrifying was that as soon as the blood flowed out, it froze, becoming blood-red ice.
Not only that, but Tailing Nishang's entire figure seemed to be frozen at once, her whole body devoid of blood color, encased in frost.
Her aura weakened sharply, by nine-tenths.
"Sister, you're so weak!" Yang Pi said with a pitiful smile, covering her mouth slightly with one hand, while the Attribute Sword in the other hand spun directly and was viciously lifted upwards, the sword scar running from Tailing Nishang's shoulder to her neck.
The sword scar was more than half a foot long, deep, penetrating the bone.
The frozen blood was extremely glaring.
Finally.
Yang Pi withdrew the sword.
