A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 320: Clash.

"Hahaha~! At last! I was beginning to question my abilities, yet it turns out... I’m as incredible as ever!"

With exhilaration, Yao Xin threw her arms open wide while observing the righteous faction engulfed in massive blasts.

However—

Like a razor-sharp edge, a shadow burst from the haze, hurtling directly at her.

Its velocity was astonishing; within a blink, the sword tip pressed against her chest.

Precisely then, a defensive talisman appeared, halting the assault.

Teasingly grinning, Yao Xin eyed the keen-glanced stunner before her.

"Hehe~ Heavenly Sword Sect disciples are truly ferocious~"

Ning Jianli snorted dismissively, uttering not a syllable.

Her blade gleamed as it arced toward Yao Xin’s throat.

Effortlessly, Yao Xin parried, with a leftover rank-two talisman erecting a shield around herself.

Simultaneously, she hurled forth yet another offensive talisman.

Matching its pace, Ning Jianli’s sword cleaved the talisman apart mid-flight, then unleashed a follow-up blow, swifter and deadlier still.

Yao Xin’s gaze tightened upon witnessing the foe’s prowess.

’This woman... she’s a real threat.’

From her sleeve, she swiftly drew an item—

A burst of sparks erupted as the odd fan-shaped armament halted Ning Jianli’s sword.

"Oh?" Tilting her head, Yao Xin examined her opponent.

"Who might you be? A powerhouse like you can’t possibly be obscure."

Her eyes grew keener as she detected that this woman’s cultivation had attained the pinnacle of Qi Refinement’s ninth stage.

No such prodigy could remain unrecognized.

’Could it be... this represents the Heavenly Sword Sect’s outer sect norm?’

Should that hold true, it was downright horrifying.

Ning Jianli offered no reply.

Her icy stare fixed upon the metal fan.

’A spirit weapon...?’

Disdain briefly flashed in her expression.

She held those in contempt who depended excessively on outer aids in combat.

Abruptly, she unleashed a kick, though not aimed to connect.

The momentum propelled her back, widening the gap between them.

Upon landing steadily, she serenely returned her sword to its scabbard.

"Ohh? Surrendering so soon?" Yao Xin grinned slyly, fanning herself with languid motions.

"Well, that’s to be expected. Considering you’re up against—"

Her words cut off abruptly as Ning Jianli dropped into a low posture—

In a blur of motion, her sheathed blade unleashed a slender ray of pure white light, streaking ahead like a bolt of thunder.

"!?"

Desperately, Yao Xin attempted to defend, but the timing escaped her.

Straight through her shoulder the beam impaled.