Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly tightened, and she turned around quickly. The man in white robe in front of her was already very close, as if everything was under his control.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to suppress the panic in her heart, and tried to stay calm.

At this moment, she clearly realized that any hesitation and fear could drag her into an abyss from which there was no escape.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Qingyue asked coldly, her eyes full of vigilance and alertness.

The man in white robe smiled slightly, as if Feng Qingyue’s question was not a threat, but an ordinary conversation.

His indifferent gaze held a subtle hint of sarcasm. "You're too naive. Do you think I'll personally take care of you? No, I'm only here for a larger chess game. You're just pawns being used."

A hint of alertness flashed in Feng Qingyue's eyes, and she suddenly realized that she seemed to understand something.

She sneered: "I see, you never intended to give us any chance from the beginning."

Her tone was filled with disgust and anger, but more so, it revealed her powerlessness.

"Opportunity?" A complex expression flashed across the white-robed man's eyes. "Every choice you make is destined. I've said it before, you're just pawns in fate's hands. No matter what you choose, the final outcome cannot be changed."

Feng Qingyue suddenly felt that the situation had completely reversed and she could no longer change anything by her own strength.

The men in black surrounded her, Jun Lingyuan and others, obviously waiting for orders. The atmosphere was depressing and suffocating.

At this time, Jun Lingyuan whispered, "Qingyue, it seems we are in a dead end. If we don't do something, they will definitely eliminate us completely."

Feng Qingyue narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing the urgency in Jun Lingyuan's tone, and also felt the slight trembling of his hand gripping the hilt of the sword.

She took a deep breath and responded softly: "If we can't change our fate, then we must break the situation."

"Break the impasse?" Jun Lingyuan clearly heard the determination in Feng Qingyue's words. "What are you going to do?"

Feng Qingyue didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned to look at the man in white robes, a sneer curling her lips. "You can't decide the path of your destiny. If you really think I'll surrender, then you've underestimated me."

The man in white robes raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this. He didn't seem angry, but rather interested. "You're quite interesting. In that case, come on, tell me, how can you fight back?"

Feng Qingyue's gaze suddenly became sharp, and the hilt of the sword vibrated slightly in her hand, as if it was gathering an elusive power.

She knew that the opponent before her was formidable. If she did not fight back at this moment, she and her companions would have no chance of survival.

She gripped the hilt tightly, the light in her eyes flickering like a volcano about to erupt.

She stepped forward without hesitation, the sword light streaking across the sky like stars, heading straight for the man in white robe.

"Do you really think that one sword can change all this?" The man in white robe sneered and casually waved out an invisible airflow, trying to block Feng Qingyue's sword energy.

However, Feng Qingyue's swordsmanship was beyond his expectations. It was swift and unpredictable. She changed the attack angles almost instantly, like a thunderbolt.

The two forces clashed, the air vibrated, and powerful waves swept around, forcing all the men in black to take a few steps back.

Feng Qingyue's sword energy did not stop, but followed closely and continued to attack the man in white robe.

She knew very well that the enemy before her was extraordinary, and she might not be able to win if she just relied on a head-on confrontation.

But her swordsmanship does not only rely on strength, but more on the control of the changes in sword moves and artistic conception.

"I see." The white-robed man chuckled, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Your swordsmanship has evolved to this point. It seems you are truly extraordinary. But even so, facing me, you still can't withstand the slightest blow."

Before she finished her words, Feng Qingyue turned around abruptly and suddenly disappeared from the sight of the man in white robe.

That powerful aura also disappeared without a trace, as if she had never appeared.

The white-robed man raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly unfazed by Feng Qingyue's "disappearance," and his eyes grew even colder. Just as he was about to react, a familiar sense of crisis suddenly struck him.

Just as the man in white robe turned around suddenly, a sword energy stabbed from behind him with an extremely precise trajectory.

Feng Qingyue's figure appeared again, and the sword energy carried a terrifying power, almost overwhelming all the attacking momentum.

Although the man in white robe reacted quickly, he still couldn't avoid it completely. The sword energy hit him hard with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The chill in the air suddenly fluctuated violently, and the surrounding atmosphere almost froze.

However, the white-robed man still didn't fall. His figure suddenly disappeared, then reappeared in the distance, a sneer still on his face. "As expected, I still can't underestimate your spirit of resistance. However, since you have come this far, then accept the judgment of fate."

Feng Qingyue's heart tightened. She understood that this battle was not only a contest of strength and skills, but also a showdown of will and psychology.

Every move and every word of the white-robed man shook her deeply. The situation before her was far beyond her control.

But she didn't back down, she couldn't back down.

Feng Qingyue gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, an unyielding light flashing in her eyes: "You want us to surrender, but fate is never decided by you!"

Her voice was as loud as a war drum, filled with unwavering determination.

Although the enemies around her were still powerful, Feng Qingyue knew that if she did not dare to launch the final challenge to fate at this time, all her struggles and sacrifices would become meaningless.

She took a deep breath, jumped up, and the sword light shot up into the sky again, pointing directly at the chest of the man in white robe, as if to tear apart the shackles of fate and find her own breakthrough.

Fate can be defeated after all.