Five days later, inside Flying Dragon Forest, in front of Lin Bai's wooden house.
Yu Jue wore a cold smile as a sharp crimson radiance emerged from his body. He gripped a sharp sword tightly in his hand, and when he looked toward Lin Bai, his expression was icy.
"Ha!" Yu Jue suddenly shouted. With one step, he shot forward, crimson sword radiance gathering on the sword's edge. He swung it down, sending a blood-red crescent of Sword Qi straight toward Lin Bai.
Lin Bai stood a hundred meters away from Yu Jue. Facing the incoming Sword Qi, he neither dodged nor evaded, his expression calm.
In fact, Lin Bai even had both hands clasped behind his back and had not drawn the demonic sword.
At the instant that blood-moon-like Sword Qi reached Lin Bai, he grinned. With a thought, he swept his wide sleeve forward, and countless mist-white sharp swords shot out.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of mist-white sword shadows descended from the sky, smashing Yu Jue's blood-moon Sword Qi to pieces and forcing him back step by step. If Lin Bai had not deliberately held back, Yu Jue would likely have died beneath that expanse of mist-white Sword Qi.
"I lost." Yu Jue retreated five hundred meters, raised his head, and said with a bitter smile. After standing up and sheathing his sword, he looked toward Lin Bai and said, "Brother Lin, is this the 'Mist Sword Art' left behind by Senior Dugu Yunhe?"
Lin Bai nodded with a calm smile.
Lin Chen, who had been watching the battle from the side, said with a smile, "This 'Mist Sword Art' truly possesses the unfathomable power rumored of it. It changes in countless ways, making it impossible to fathom!"
"You've only seen the Mist