The trail of Grid’s sword strike that was left in the air released a roaring sound a moment later. It was such a huge explosion that it was like dozens of artillery shells were fired at the same time. It wasn’t just a bluff. It actually caused a devastating aftermath.

The wall that Yeo Yulan stood against collapsed. The labyrinth revealed beyond her shoulder had lost its complex structure and turned into a straight path. 

‘Hasn’t it been a while?’

An experience where his attack missed—Grid was looking curiously at the MISS indicator that had already emerged several times when the clear voice of a woman entered his ears, “The power of the sword is like a disaster. I once imagined that a great mountain would collapse if Chiyou drew his sword, but seeing this, it seems it wasn’t a vain imagination.”

Yeo Yulan—she seemed to have no intention of hiding the fact that her identity was a daoist immortal.

First of all, she wore clothing similar to Bentao. They were silk clothes with a wide spread skirt and sleeves, but a tight waist. Additionally, there was the cause behind Grid’s attacks missing. The daoist techniques with names that only appeared in martial arts were symbols of the daoist immortals of the Peach Blossom Spring.

‘It is tricky. In particular, the amulets.’

They were on a different level from any amulets he had seen before. Yeo Yulan’s amulets worked similarly to...