Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Zhao Jie's figure turned into an afterimage as he spun continuously. With every rotation, countless black needles shot toward Lin Bai, intent on killing him.
Each needle was about half an inch long, fine as a pinhole, pitch-black all over, and coated in deadly poison.
Lin Bai had an intensely ominous feeling: even being pricked by a single poisoned needle would be enough to take his life on the spot.
At once.
Lin Bai did not dare to be careless. With a thought, three flying swords immediately shot out of his body and began circling him.
The flying swords gathered a sheet of Sword Qi, forming an airtight protective net that blocked all the poisoned needles.
"Defending without attacking for too long is courting death!"
A glint flashed through Lin Bai's eyes. He knew that prolonged defense was not the best strategy.
After the three flying swords blocked most of the poisoned needles, Lin Bai drew the Demonic Sword.
A dazzling, blinding streak of Sword Qi came crashing down toward the front.
The Sword Qi tore through heaven and earth, knocking away every poisoned needle along its path as it pounced toward Zhao Jie like a ravenous wolf or tiger.
But Zhao Jie's movements changed too quickly, causing Lin Bai's Sword Qi to miss.
"Hmph, hmph. Your swordsmanship is pretty good, but unfortunately, your Sword Qi can't hit me!"
Zhao Jie gave a sinister laugh and unleashed more poisoned needles at Lin Bai.
"Asura Dharma Eyes!"
His attack had missed, but Lin Bai was not discouraged.
At once, he opened his Asura Dharma Eyes and focused his gaze. In an instant, he locked onto Zhao Jie's position.
The three flying swords slashed through the air, breaking apart the poisoned needles around them.
In the blink of an