Jun's blade carved a crescent of green Qi through the morning air aimed at he Merchant Emperor Luo Bai’s head. Spirit fire and the She-Devil's translucent echo trailed after her wake, doubling the arc into overlapping crescents that left zero gap between them. The attack was clean and fast. Everything her Ancestor had drilled into her compressed into a single draw-cut that split atmosphere and turned the scrub grass beneath its path into ash.Luo Bai tilted his head a couple inches to the left.Both crescents sailed past his ear and detonated against the forest behind him. Stone erupted and a column of dirt and rock fountained skyward and rained debris across the field behind he Merchant Emperor Luo Bai, but it was aimed away from the unconscious bodies of her three thousand cultivators who couldn't even flinch because they were still face-down in the mud asleep.Jun was already moving again, planting her foot and channeling the strike into a few more. Her sword followed the combination her fists had memorised after a thousand Katas, thrust toward the sternum, lateral cut across the ribs, and finish with an overhead chop aimed at the junction of neck and shoulder. Each strike backed by the full weight of her Liquid Core, her mutation, her bloodline, the She-Devil's fury, and the Greater Dao residue that threaded through her Qi like veins of lightning through storm clouds even if she didn’t recognize it.Luo Bai swayed through it all.His feet never left the ground and arms stayed folded behind his back. His amber eyes tracked her blade with the lazy focus of a man watching a fly circle his tea cup. He leaned backward from the thrust. Stepped sideways from the lateral cut. Ducked the overhead chop by dropping his chin half an inch, the blade passing so close to his topknot that a single golden hair separated and drifted between them.Jun's teeth ground together and she pressed harder.Three-strike (...)