Lin Taichu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up, only to see the two swords already wrapped around him. He struggled with all his might, but found he could not break free at all. The two swords were incredibly tough, binding his body tightly.
"What... what exactly do you want?" Lin Taichu demanded angrily. "Your master is already gone. Why do you still recognize a master?"
The two swords showed no reaction and continued to coil around Lin Taichu.
"Damn it, get the hell away from me!"
Lin Taichu roared in fury, but the two swords ignored him completely and even tightened further.
Lin Taichu found it hard to breathe, nearly unable to catch his breath. He struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the two swords constricted him.
At last, Lin Taichu could no longer endure it and collapsed limply onto the ground. His face was flushed crimson, and two bulging veins stood out viciously on his neck, making him look terrifying.
Lin Taichu felt his head growing more and more dizzy and his body becoming weaker and weaker, until he gradually lost all strength. He knew he was about to give out.
His vision slowly blurred. Vaguely, he seemed to see the two swords circling around him. At the same time, he felt as if something were restraining his body, and an inexplicable chill crept into his heart.
He forced his eyes open and saw the two swords gradually shrink until they became palm-sized short swords.
"This..." Lin Taichu's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. What was going on? He had never heard of anything like this and could not explain it at all.
"Pfft—" Lin Taichu spat out a mouthful of blood mist.
Whoosh! The