The battle's airwaves tossed Ao Luan's long hair, and amidst the interweaving light, her beautiful face exuded a compelling heroic air.
Her sword was simple and unadorned, yet as it swung, it burst forth with a fierce momentum.
The shrill sound of cutting through the wind echoed throughout the battlefield.
People watched this battle with bated breath.
Countless dazzling red sword lights solidified as if tangible, with intricate runes appearing within them, the sword lights and runes striking like a dense flock of birds.
Dangerous, spectacular, yet beautiful, like clusters of blooming flowers by the Nether River.
The entire venue fell silent, everyone involuntarily holding their breath.
With the enhancement of the Spiritual Network, Ao Luan, enveloped in blazing flames, left a strong impression on the audience as if she were a female general commanding thousands of troops.
She was a woman as sharp as a sword.
