I could not help but be startled. This sword was completely different from ordinary Sword Qi. The sound of the sword was not crisp and clean; it was like scraping glass with a blade—piercingly harsh. Even the color of the Sword Qi differed from anything I had seen before. It was actually black. After that immortal was cut in half, some kind of aura was also drawn out of his body, leaving him unable even to resist!
Clang, clang, clang!
Bang!
The slain male immortal's Dao body crystallized, then shattered into a pile of bizarre, desiccated impurities. The culprit swung another sword. This time, even the ethereal body that had escaped from the corpse failed to get away. It transformed directly into raging flames and turned to ashes amid its shrieks!
Every immortal present sucked in a cold breath, including Li Zhier and me. We both felt a trace of unease toward the newcomer.
The youth looked no more than seventeen or eighteen. His face was pale and bloodless, as though he had just crawled out of an icehouse. A layer of icy beads had formed on his brows and body hair. Yet his loose, drooping white hair looked as though it had been baked dry, utterly lusterless, as if it had been drained of all nourishment.
More bizarre still were his two eyes. One was black, while the other was white. They looked exceedingly creepy. No matter how handsome the youth was, eyes this terrifying ruined everything, and even Li Zhier furrowed her brows at the sight.
"White-Haired Demon Child!" another immortal cried out. The woman who could use the Sword-Guarding Stance paled and hurriedly warned everyone present, "Stay away from his Sword Qi! That's the Yin Sword Body and the Yang Sword Body! No defense is effective against