“Ling’er, NO!”
Grandmaster Jian Wuchen let out a heart-wrenching roar on the Grand Ancestral Platform of Mount Sky-Hilt, his old knees buckling in horror as he saw his beloved twelve-year-old granddaughter lunging through mid-air.
The jagged black script-dagger in little Jian Ling’er’s hands was no ordinary mortal steel. Condensed directly from the King of Betrayal’s fifth-dimensional ink. Its blade carried a dual causal curse: if Ye Xiao swung his sword to parry it with Rank 8 Peak force.
The shockwave would shatter the brainwashed little girl’s fragile bones and brand Ye Xiao a child-killer in front of two hundred galaxies. If he did not parry it, the cursed tip would pierce straight through his spectacles and gouge out his eyes!
Up in the ink-black clouds, all 2,000 Red-Eyed “Backstabbing Regressor” Clones bit the tips of their tongues and spat two thousand mouthfuls of black blood onto their daggers, locking their formations together across the sky.
“[Ten-Thousand-Backstabs Mental Array — Blind the Sword Fiend!]” Regressor Clone Leader #101 howled in triumph.
BOOM!
A suffocating dome of dark-purple narrative illusion slammed down over Mount Sky-Hilt, freezing the surrounding wind and turning the sky into a towering wall of black mirrors.
