"Heh, indeed." Fu Ming's true body manifested in the distance, Dream Shattering Blade in his right hand, Bright Folding Fan fluttering in his left. "Then how about this… Bright Light Silk!"
On the unfolded fan, Spirit Light surged; looking closely, it seemed that strand after strand of white luminous threads, imperceptible to the naked eye, were shuttling through the Void from the fan's surface, shooting out in all directions, vanishing who knew where.
And just then, at the sites where the Heavenly Four Swords had shattered one Clone after another, there suddenly surfaced handfuls of white luminous threads of alternating Illusion and reality, dreamlike and unreal.
With Fu Ming's words, the many revealed white luminous threads abruptly wrapped around the four swords, and for a time actually rendered them immobile!
"Oh? This well hidden?"
