At that instant, time seemed as if it had been prolonged, and it slowed down.

As they looked at Bai Hong who was like a moth darting towards a flame, Mu Kui, Meng Wei, Mo Ya, and the youths from the Ninth hell Tribe couldn’t help but arouse a feeling of respect in their hearts. 

That sort of persistence to firmly stand by her path on the Dao without being shaken even before death caused all of them to be shocked, and they comprehended and understood a sort of spirit from it.

It was a spirit of battle that wasn’t related to profession or level of cultivation!

Even if Chen Xi had already expected this scene would appear since the beginning, he still couldn’t help but exclaim with admiration in his heart. This sort of battle intent that’s imprinted into the bones of the disciples of the Bai Clan is indeed something that’s capable of arousing respect and reverence from their opponents.

Bai Hong didn’t know all this. She was only firmly protecting her Dao Heart, even if she would perish as a consequence.

However, she didn’t receive a strike that was like a tempest, nor did she suffer injury, and only a drop of scarlet blood seeped out from the space between her brows.

That was an injury from sword qi because the grey and translucent Nirvana Sword had suddenly stopped...