There are some things you can only understand after a real fight—the outcome, and just how strong your opponent truly is.
Master Xuanqing was feeling that way right now.
He scrambled frantically toward the only open door.
The Floating Dust in his hand shot out, suddenly elongating. Its white filaments twisted and tangled in the air, forming a dense web in an attempt to block Shen Bai's attack.
Shen Bai drew his Longsword. A flash of blood-red Sword Qi, imbued with a brilliant, righteous aura, sliced through the web.
The web woven by the Floating Dust didn't even last a second before the Sword Qi pierced through it.
Sword in hand, Shen Bai closed the distance in a few short steps, appearing right behind Master Xuanqing.
A shiver ran down Master Xuanqing's spine as the suffocating pressure of death washed over him.
He didn't dare to turn around, knowing that if he did, he would be met with Shen Bai's sharp blade.
