The feeling was as if a perfectly organized world had suddenly been turned upside down by an invisible hand.
She gritted her teeth and thrust her sword again, putting everything she had into the strike.
The sword gleamed like a rainbow, piercing straight toward Xu Wuyi's throat. But the moment the tip of her blade was about to touch that layer of blue light, her mind suddenly went blank.
It wasn't that she lost consciousness; rather, she lost control over everything. She didn't know who she was, what she was doing, or where the sword in her hand was supposed to strike. All Order and all Rules were entirely incinerated in this instant.
The sword light dissipated. Zhao Qingwei stood frozen in place, her eyes vacant, the longsword hanging limply from her hand.
Xu Wuyi looked at her, knowing that the victor of this spar had been decided. With a mere thought, the blue Flame instantly vanished.
