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At that moment, however, Jingliu kept his eyes fixed on the blade.

From the moment the blade hit the ground, she stared at him.

Ying Xing, she remembered every single sword strike of that night when she repeatedly tried to kill him.

She taught him to bear his sins in the name of swordsmanship, yet he still could not escape the demonic influence.

And now he stood alive and well in front of him, his murderous intent blazing, his eyes filled with bloodlust, and he even wanted to attack his disciple.

How can this be? How can this be!

The child's body unleashed a sword intent far exceeding its physical form.

A moon-white sword light appeared in her hand, heading straight for the blade in front of her:

"Take this!"

He whirled around and parried with his sword.

The two sword intents collided with a deafening roar, raising clouds of dust, but he stood frozen in place.

This sword technique is clearly the Mirror Style!

Why does this seven-year-old child know her sword?

Why does the aura attached to this ice sword feel exactly the same as in my memory?

He suddenly felt pain all over his body again.

Those nights when she slew and reborn with each sword strike, all the wounds she pierced and healed...

All of this rushed into his consciousness at that moment.

The demonic body was ignited by this familiar sword intent, and his eyes were instantly engulfed in crimson.

His body was completely taken over by instinct, and he slashed the blood-red longsword down fiercely at the small figure.

Jingliu met the attack head-on without flinching.

The ice sword and the blood blade collided for the second time, and the resulting shockwave forced everyone around them back half a step.

"Little Liu Liu!"

Jing Yuan's expression changed drastically. She clenched her right hand in the air, and a formation blade appeared in her palm.

She transformed into a blur and swept into the battle.

A sword was placed in front of Jingliu, blocking the powerful blow from the blade.

With a deafening roar, the shockwave from the clash of swords dispersed all the smoke and dust.

She used the momentum to pull Jingliu into her arms, then lightly stepped back a few paces.

"Jing, Yuan!"

Ren trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the white-haired girl standing opposite him, holding a knife.

That array blade, that starting stance—it should clearly belong to Jing Yuan.

"Who are you? And who is this child? How do you know her swordsmanship? How do you have his knife?"

Tell me, tell me quickly!

Seeing this, Kafka quickly whispered a few words of incantation behind Blade.

He forcefully suppressed his rampaging demonic energy.

Ren, panting heavily, gradually regained his senses, but he still stared intently at Jing Liu in Jing Yuan's arms.

That delicate little face, those eyes.

That same temperament as a certain figure in his memory was firmly imprinted in his mind.

He then turned to Jing Yuan, looking at the array blade in her hand that exuded a familiar aura.

The way she blocked the sword, the way she held the knife, that familiar aura.

He couldn't help but shout again

"Tell me. Who are you?!"

Jingyuan held Jingliu in his arms, his hands still in a blocking posture.

She looked at the man before her, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was trembling all over, and remained silent for a while before answering:

"I am merely a civil advisor in the Imperial Apothecary, Yuan Jing."

Upon hearing this, Ren's eyes widened even more.

He abruptly stepped forward, his longsword pointing at the array blade in Jing Yuan's hand, and roared angrily:

"I don't believe you! You're talking nonsense! The Array Blade - Stonefire Dream Body was forged by my own hands."

I can recognize every line, every inch of the blade with my eyes closed!

I know better than you how long it has been with Jingyuan!

Tell me, who exactly are you to Jingyuan? And why are you in your hands?

"Where's Jing Yuan? Make him come out and see me! Let him speak to me personally!"

Jing Yuan was in a dilemma.

In her current state, she couldn't possibly admit "I am Jingyuan" in front of so many people.

Just as Ren was about to strike again, a figure suddenly darted out from the side.

Qiye stood with his hands on his hips, blocking Jingyuan and Jingliu, looking at the blade who was slightly taller than him.

He spoke as if he didn't know how to write the word "death" at all:

"Why are you messing with my master? Go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

Come on! Shoot here!

If you're unhappy, come at me. Don't bully little girls and clerical staff of the Apostolic Administration!

What kind of skill is it to bully children?

What kind of skill is it to bully clerical staff? Go ahead and bully me!

The blade of the sword was still suspended in mid-air.

Those crimson eyes were fixed on Qi Ye, who was blocking the way at the front.

It seems they are trying to determine whether this person is truly fearless or simply mentally ill.

Just as he was about to speak, several figures rushed over from the side at the same time.

Xing was the first to insert himself between Qiye and Ren, placing his hands on his hips.

Although the sunglasses were off, the emperor's aura remained:

"Sir, this is one of my men."

Although he looks like he's courting death, you'll have to get past me first if you want to fight him.

I am a formal traveler of the Star Train's dual destiny of preservation and destruction.

The shield is so thick that even a doomsday beast can't break it. Want to give it a try?

She glanced at Kafka and added another sentence.

"Besides, my mother is your colleague, so according to seniority you should be my uncle."

Uncle, don't bully the child.

March 7th followed closely behind, blocking Mirror Flow, his hands crossed in front of him in a defensive stance.

Although my legs were trembling, I remained exceptionally determined:

"What kind of skill is it for an adult to bully a seven-year-old child!"

Her sword strike was cool, but you can't just kill someone because of that!

She's so young, and you're so old! If you really want to fight, our Starry Sky Train is ready to fight to the bitter end, Uncle Yang! Say something!

She shouted the second half of her sentence back at Walter.

Walter walked slowly forward.

Unlike Xing and March 7th, he didn't adopt a fighting stance; he simply stood before the blade and calmly spoke:

"Sir, it's not good to bully the younger generation."

If you're itching to get your hands dirty, I'm happy to oblige.

However, I must warn you beforehand that when I lose my temper, even I'm afraid of myself.

March 7th, listening from the side, was stunned. She tugged at Xing's sleeve and whispered:

"Was Uncle Yang threatening someone just now? Uncle Yang actually threatens people? I thought he was only good at reasoning."

Xing nodded and replied:

"The response is a side effect of the light cone."

Although he removed the light cone, the lingering aura of "this old man is the best in the world" might still remain.

March 7th nodded as if she understood, thinking to herself that she must stay away from Qiye's light cone in the future.