"Hmph, Murong Bai, I used to underestimate you!"
A flash of cold light flickered in Wang Qian's eyes. He no longer hurried to settle the score with Murong Bai, using his Wind Realm to move around the arena.
Murong Bai's sword may be fast, but it isn't faster than the wind.
"Hmph, once my Netherworld Wind Demise Array is complete, that's when you'll be defeated!"
Wang Qian sneered inwardly, realizing he had been muddled by Ling Feng's provocation earlier. For this battle, he did not need to clash head-on with Murong Bai's I Existence Sword Intent; his speed alone could ensure victory.
As Wang Qian continued to inscribe some peculiar engravings around the arena, a sinister wind arose, accompanied by eerie ghostly sounds that overwhelmed Murong Bai's heart.
