In an instant, Gongsun Zhishui's heart pounded uncontrollably.
He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last felt this way. When was the last time he felt this unbearable fear...?
Was it the first time he stepped into the Qian Department 'Golden Sword War General' trial arena, or the first time he entered the Xuanyuan Palace battlefield, facing an undefeatable enemy?
Memories instantly spiraled out of control, disturbing Gongsun Zhishui's resolve, but in the second he came back to his senses, the stunningly beautiful person before him was already holding a Black Cross Sword that blazed in her hand.
As she moved, her luxurious dress fluttered, her speed wasn't particularly fast, only because Gongsun Zhishui had come back after a moment's distraction, he could still swing his ancient sword to block.
Blocked it!
