In the Eastern Palace, Zhuxie Chixin tried his best to stop the assassins that had been ushered out, but was unfortunately stopped by the long-haired woman.

With a cold expression, he sent his Soul-reaping Chains flying about the battlefield, hacking and slashing unpredictably. It truly seemed like a sickle from hell.

Unfortunately, all of his attacks were easily blocked by the small, exquisite sword.

His opponent did not wield the sword in her hand. Instead, it seemed to possess a sentience of its own. It flew around the long-haired woman freely, blocking his sickle perfectly each time.

Zhuxie Chixin’s brow furrowed. He tried to think of a woman who used a short sword like this, who was also at the grandmaster rank. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to come up with anyone. There were a few potential candidates, but none of them were a perfect match for the woman facing him.

After another dozen or so strikes, the long-haired woman smiled and said, “I won’t play with you anymore.”

She sensed that the others had already made it...