"Like a dog that smells its way here, so clingy!"
Gu Sang and Niya heard the deafening sound from afar. Without a doubt, someone had passed through the turbulence channel and was about to arrive in Mirror City.
It couldn't be people from Peach Blossom Pond. Thinking about it, it could only be them.
"Where's 07?"
"Called away by 01 for another mission," Gallot replied lazily.
Gu Sang sneered, "That guy sure knows how to hide!"
"There's nothing we can do, it's just the two of us. And besides..."
Gallot glanced at the small statue of the Saintess beside him and gave a sinister smile.
"The Thunder Altar is full of energy, we won't lack the power to drive them away."
"Just drive them away?"
"Otherwise? You still want to kill Duan Chen? Be careful 01 makes you pay with your life."
Gallot sneered.
Gu Sang snorted and said no more.
In terms of seniority and strength, he indeed couldn't compare to 01, who was known as the 'Agent of the Evil God'.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous roar, Duan Chen and the others arrived at the familiar Mirror City. They were surrounded by sea monsters, and in the center of the formation stood two not-unfamiliar figures.
Gu Sang, Niya.
"Niya..."
Jia Yunlian's eyes were complex.
"Two Apostles?"
Qi Qing's expression changed. He hadn't expected the Thunder Altar to be so important in their eyes that they would send two Apostles to guard it!
"Duan Chen, you're really like a dog, relentlessly pestering!"
Duan Chen's expression was cold.
"Brother Duan Chen, leave these scattered soldiers to me!"
Mi Xue'er stepped forward, blocking Duan Chen.
"Good!"
She was now a high-level agent capable of handling things independently. Duan Chen, wanting to train her, naturally had no objections.
As for Qi Qing, he stared intently at Mi Xue'er.
He needed to discern some things from this girl's swordsmanship.
"Oh? A newcomer?"
"05, do you know her?"
"I don't have time to recognize such people."
Gallot, the black shadow behind Niya, was staring at Jia Yunlian.
He was contemplating whether to eliminate this troublesome woman first.
Because of her, Niya's state of mind would be affected.
If this woman were gone, Niya would become even more powerful than she was now.
Mi Xue'er stood by the altar, taking a deep breath.
This time, she didn't draw a picture. Instead, she directly took off the sword-shaped pendant from her neck.
"This is..."
Qi Qing's eyes widened.
The pendant was radiating an incredibly pure aura!
Duan Chen was all too familiar with this aura!
It was White Chess!
But he didn't see any White Chess pieces within Mi Xue'er's body!
A flicker of doubt crossed Duan Chen's eyes.
"Hah!"
With a soft shout from Mi Xue'er, a white light suddenly erupted from the pendant, transforming it into a pure white longsword, which she gripped tightly in her hand!
"It's White Chess's aura?!" Gu Sang frowned as well.
"No, it's not White Chess, it's just White Chess's energy. And this energy is no weaker than Duan Chen's King Chess!" Gallot said in a deep voice.
What was going on?
Things seemed to be not as simple as they had imagined.
Mi Xue'er held the sword with both hands, appearing very calm as the sea monsters gradually surrounded her.
"Brother Duan Chen, don't get distracted. This is the strongest move I've learned so far!"
Duan Chen smiled faintly.
"I'm looking forward to it!"
"Mm!"
Facing the menacing sea monsters, she gradually closed her eyes.
*Hum!*
A faint white light slowly rose from within her.
This was the power of Mi Buwei, her father!
*Clang!*
Sword qi traversed the air!
Qi Qing's shock was beyond words. In a trance, he felt as if he was looking not at this frail young girl, but at a towering figure!
Even though this person was long gone, the scenes from back then were deeply etched in his heart!
"Master...!"
Sheng Chen, hiding behind him, looked somewhat fearful.
In just a few breaths, Mi Xue'er opened her eyes again!
At this moment, her gaze was no longer determined, nor was it childish, but rather... indifferent!
A disdain for the weak!
"This is..."
"It's Spiritual Pressure!"
Gu Sang exclaimed.
Spiritual Pressure only appeared on absolute powerhouses among spiritual energy users!
But this spiritual pressure definitely wasn't Mi Xue'er's own!
It belonged to another powerful individual!
Mi Jun, Mi Buwei!
*Clang!*
Buwei Heart Sword Style - Fifth Form: Sword Moon!
*Swish!*
A giant crescent-shaped sword qi appeared behind Mi Xue'er, composed of solid spiritual energy!
Mi Xue'er gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain the crescent moon.
She gripped the hilt of her sword and slashed fiercely!
There was no earth-shattering sound, just a gentle sword strike.
The surrounding air fell silent for a moment.
Then...
*Clatter!*
The upper half of a sea monster suddenly broke off and fell to the ground, its severed surface as smooth as a mirror!
Immediately after, all the surrounding sea monsters, one by one, met their demise!
Gu Sang and Niya stared blankly at the scene, completely unaware that a crack had appeared on their bronze masks.
*Clang!*
The masks fell to the ground, and shallow bloodstains appeared on their faces. Their black robes were severed, making them look quite disheveled.
Even the sturdy altar in front of them was deeply gouged by the terrifying crescent sword qi.
*Pfft—*
Mi Xue'er couldn't hold on and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Qin Ze, who was behind her, immediately supported her, his eyes filled with shock!
The power of this sword was so immense!
To the point that long after, no one present could react.
"How... could this happen?"
Gu Sang's voice was filled with anger and humiliation!
With a single sword strike, hundreds of sea monsters were killed, their bronze masks were even knocked to the ground, and the altar bore deep sword marks!
Buwei Heart Sword Style, its power was terrifying!
Duan Chen sighed in his heart. This was just the sword technique Mi Xue'er had used. If Mi Jun Mi Buwei were still alive, would his sword technique be even more terrifying than hers?
What concerned him more was the White Chess power within Mi Xue'er and that spiritual pressure during those brief seconds.
Could it be... that Mi Buwei was Wu Suowei's White Chess in the past?
...
"How is it?"
Wu Suowei looked at the light screen before him, which displayed Mi Xue'er's perfect sword strike.
"She's Mi Buwei's daughter?"
"Mm."
Chu Yue lowered her gaze. "As a White Chess, she's qualified."
Then she added,
"But to fight the Evil God, it's far from enough. Even her father might not be qualified."
Wu Suowei sighed.
"So, the path Duan Chen has to walk is still very long and distant. At least he hasn't walked much of it yet. And that dream the other day... was it that Apostle?"
"Are you asking me?"
Chu Yue never had a good attitude towards him.
"Alright, it was. That Apostle is different from Gu Sang and Niya. It's a gradual process. Ever since I found Duan Chen and came into contact with Apostles, the dreams began."
"Don't worry about her, leave her to me."
Chu Yue snorted coldly and turned to leave.