Three Battlefronts

Bai Jiming's heart jolted, and his figure nearly vanished as if shattered, leaving the air filled with mournful whistling.

The sword pressure was as terrifying as a violent storm, almost completely covering the space within several hundred meters.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The air was filled with the sound of punctures. What frightened Bai Jiming even more was that flickering thread of icy, deadly intent.

Everyone knew how terrifying the title Death Sword was. When fighting A Single Thought of Silk, one could not relax in the slightest. There was no way to tell whether the sword strike that hit you carried the dreadful instant-death effect.

Damn it. Bai Jiming was furious. The title competition was about to begin, and before long, he should have been able to compete for that title himself.

Lush swathes of bamboo fell in succession. Birds and beasts scattered through the mountain forest, while the endless rain and mist unique to the central mountains of East Xia began to stir under the fierce battle.

A Single Thought of Silk rose with her sword in hand, only to find that there was no trace of her opponent left nearby. As a professional mercenary-type Reincarnator, she naturally would not overlook intelligence.

The Reincarnator codenamed Temur was highly mysterious, and little information was available about him. Aside from being an agility-type Reincarnator specializing in speed, the only thing known was that when The Heaven had previously tried to capture him, Su Enfei had been injured by a Sword of Light, exposing that his energy system was likely mana and that his combat style leaned toward swordsmanship.

A Single Thought of Silk lowered her eyelids, her gaze cold as she weighed the feeling of their recent exchange.

The opponent was indeed extremely fast, at least faster than her, but not