The change came abruptly, yet there was not the slightest fear on Lin Xuan's face.
He raised his right hand and flicked a finger toward that bewitching blood-red gleam.
"Courting death!"
The woman in white's pupils shrank slightly. With all the Feng Siblings Demons' rich experience in magical combat, she had never seen such a recklessly bold cultivator, one who actually treated her blade-light as nothing. Did he think to seize a bare blade with empty hands?
Idiot. You will pay the price for underestimating your enemy.
A vicious glint flashed through her eyes. Her hands flew, and several incantation gestures shot from between her fingers and palms. Following the woman's movements, the reek of blood surged wildly. That smear of bloodlight blurred slightly, then in the blink of an eye transformed into more than a dozen blood-red rays and slashed out.
The whole process sounded complicated when described, but in truth it took only an instant.
The Feng Siblings Demons had a resounding reputation, and this woman changed moves even more swiftly. Clearly, this wisp of bloodlight had already been refined by her to the point where she could drive it as freely as her own thoughts.
Yet though her movements were swift, Lin Xuan's reaction was a little faster still.
So what if he moved after the enemy and seized the initiative?
Seeing more than a dozen blood-red rays slashing toward him from different angles, Lin Xuan merely swung his right hand forward.
Without the slightest hint of heat or anger.
But with his motion, spatial fluctuations suddenly arose. The empty air before him rippled with specks of waves, transforming into more than a dozen arms.
All had their five fingers slightly bent, seeming slow yet actually swift, and they flicked toward the blood-red rays coming from different