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Clang—

The low resounding note surprised the two of them as they immediately retreated. The sleeves fluttered like a butterfly landing on a flower under that warm moonlight.

Meng Fuyao made use of that action and drew a long black line in the air. She bent over and did a 360 flip in the sky, towards Epsilon beside her. She flung her black hair, blocking Epilson's vision and in that split second, directed her Destiny Rebellion towards him, right into his eyes.

But Epsilon's astonishingly flexible body bent over and avoided around the Destiny Rebellion. In that split second, Epsilon's head almost touched his shoes. With a flash, he used the tip of his foot and grabbed Meng Fuyao's blade and tossed her towards Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi.

Meng Fuyao was unable to stop herself in mid-air and might as well pounce into Zhangsun Wuji's embrace. Zhangsun Wuji grabbed her with one hand and turned around. The two twirled in the air and slowly landed.