Some things could only be understood after truly fighting—only then would one know how things would end, and just how strong the other side really was.
That was exactly how Xuanqingzi felt now.
Like a madman, he sprinted toward the only open door.
The whisk in his hand abruptly lengthened after he threw it out. Its white fibers twisted and tangled through the air, forming a dense net that sought to block Shen Bai's attack.
Shen Bai drew the longsword in his hand. Blood-red Sword Qi, carrying magnificent righteous force, cleaved through it.
The net woven from the whisk could not hold it back for even a second before the Sword Qi pierced through.
With sword in hand, Shen Bai reached Xuanqingzi's rear in just a few steps.
Xuanqingzi shuddered, feeling the pressure of death bearing down on him.
He did not dare turn around, because he knew that the moment he did, Shen Bai's sharp blade would await him.
At that moment, an emotion called regret blossomed in Xuanqingzi's heart like a flower of death in full bloom.
"Why did I provoke him?"
Xuanqingzi kept questioning himself. "If I had known, why not wait until I returned and let my master deal with him?"
As the door drew closer and closer, Xuanqingzi could already hear the fierce hiss of Sword Qi behind him.
He could not help gritting his teeth before undoing the Daoist robe on his body.
Once the Daoist robe was removed, white inner garments lay beneath. The patterns on the robe lit up, and dazzling radiance, like the blazing sun, descended toward Shen Bai.
Shen Bai looked at the Daoist robe and sneered. "As expected of one of Green Cloud Daoist Temple's outstanding younger generation. You certainly have plenty of treasures in hand."
The longsword traced