With the rain of snow swirling in the air, under the flickering lanterns inside the Wei Palace, a human figure, which seemingly brimming with infinite explosive power, was, in one moment, flashing on the roof of the long corridor like a ghost, and in the next moment attacking the pursuing Wei Army in violent offensives. The sword qi was fierce and severe, the moves were beyond all expectations. Although the Wei Army occupied the advantages of being on their home turf and they had many men, a great force, unexpectedly momentarily they were unable to grab the momentum to close in on the enemy, allowing the person to move unhindered among the palace halls, pavilions, and gardens. Inevitably some men were hit by the sword and fell to the ground, sustaining injuries.

By this time, under the illumination of the faint light reflected by the snow, they were able to see that this person was surprisingly a young woman in the prime of her youth. Although her hand was extremely ruthless, her every movement was brimming with mechanical sense of beauty; elegant and pleasing to the eye.

The most astonishing thing was the changes of her movement when advancing or retreating; she always landed on the weak point or the gap in the net that the pursuing troops created while trying to intercept her. Just like a graceful game of chess, each piece landed on the spot that was beyond the enemy’s expectation, so that practically the enemy was being led by the nose by her.

Definitely her martial art skill has reached Shi Feixuan, Wanwan’s level. Even in life and death decisive battle, there was still some kind of elegant and at ease feeling, calm and relaxed flavor.

‘Dang! Dang!’

Two long spears attacking her were parried by her long sword. And then spinning around, she entered the space between the two enemies, the tip of her left palm swept the two men’s face one after another; the enemies screamed and rolled down the roof, and fell onto the ground.

Just before the enemy’s weapons reached her, her body soared into the air like a bird. Three somersaults in succession, she landed on top of the main palace hall within the Wei Palace. Three martial art masters from the Wei side followed closely behind her, but before they steadied their footing, she turned around and pounced, heavily injured one of them, forcing the other two to drop down back to the ground.

Arrows were released like rain, shooting at her both from the ground and from the roof of the neighboring buildings. The young woman sidestepped and leaped, she evaded the attack effortlessly, until finally she stood behind the roof ridge, and drew the sword to create a net of sword light protecting her body, striking down arrows and darts that not even one leaked through.

Although the ones she was battling were the Wei soldiers, who were short-handed and whose morale had sunken low – the young woman’s shenfa, sword technique and strategy, none was not superior to the shocking level.

Arrows and darts eased up a little bit. The three-hundred strong Wei Army guarding the Palace heavily surrounded the main palace hall from the roof of the surrounding buildings, which were about a zhang away from the Ling Xiao Dian. However, seeing her astonishing skill, no one had any confidence that they would be able to detain her here. Among the demoralized Wei Army, no one was willing to take the risk of scrambling on top of the Ling Xiao Dian even more.

The young woman was standing charmingly on the roof ridge of the palace hall under the swirling snow, looking like an immortal descending to the world; both intimidating and touching to the extreme point.

Hiding far away from the siege, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling and Hou Xibai were staring in awe; they were quite shocked by her flower countenance and graceful bearing.

This woman looked to be between eighteen and twenty years old, as delicate as the blooming tree peony [Paeonia suffruticosa] or Chinese peony [Paeonia lactiflora]. Her cloud of jet-black beautiful hair cascading down her back, fluttering freely, brushing and dancing in the snowstorm, following her movements, smooth and graceful to the extreme point.

Moreover, her figure was graceful, tall like a pole, and quite charming. Under her beautiful-like-crescent-moon long eyelashes were slender and long, bright and beautiful eyes, flickering with divine light. Even more beautiful that it caught people’s breath was against her bright and beautiful eyes, her gentle eye sockets looked like clear pond. Under her elegant and perfectly straight nose was a pair of cherry, plump and glossy scarlet – lips, that when she smiled, it made her appeared even more picturesque. Her eyes carried a bit of childlike tender naiveté.

Her hand wielding the sword was tender and white, her fingers slender, delicate and pretty and beautiful. Looking at the hands alone, this pair of hands would appear to be the slender hands that were skillful in playing qin or plucking zheng; no one would imagine it could brandish a sword with this ferocity, ruthless, experienced and expertise.

“Stop!”

The martial art masters among the Wei Army, who were hesitant whether they should take chances by charging up the palace hall’s roof, were dying to hear this word; hastily they scattered around to the roof of the neighboring palace halls, which were comparatively lower than the main palace hall.

Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong, two boys exchanged glances. A feeling of hatred, which they were unable to suppress – welled up in their heart, because it was precisely Yuwen Huaji’s voice.

In the past, after they buried Fu Junchuo, the hatred toward Yuwen Huaji started to grow in the deepest part of the two boys’ heart. Only because at that time they were young and weak that revenge became delusion, an extravagant hope; hence they had no choice but to use their rationale and suppress this urge. But the hatred, the desire to kill Yuwen Huaji to repay Fu Junchuo, whose magnificent, luxuriant years of her life was cut short like the fragrant disappeared, the jade perish – has never stopped