Song Ciwan merely lifted her hand and flicked a finger.
With that flick, a thread of fire shot from her fingertip.
It was an exceedingly fine thread of fire, yet it moved with the speed of dawning light, a flash of motion gone in an instant.
In the space of a breath, in a single moment, the thread of fire snaked through several points.
First, it pierced the smoke released by the Gourd Magical Artifact. A series of hisses rang out where it passed, and countless fine flecks of ash rained down from the suddenly dissipating smog.
Next, the thread of fire passed through the saber-wielding Martial Artist rushing toward them. The Martial Artist froze, and his saber shattered. THUD! He pitched forward, collapsed to the ground, and died.
Then, the thread of fire coiled around the man preparing the Talisman. Before he could even truly unleash the Talisman Paper in his hand, the fiery thread pierced his throat. His head lolled to one side, and he too fell to the ground.
