At that moment, the entire temple seemed to come alive. The beams, roof, floor, walls... all rippled, exposing a texture like raw flesh. Then, one after another, blue-black ghost claws sprouted rapidly and reached for Ning Wuye.
Every ghost claw was covered in inch-long bristles, its tips a glistening blue. A faintly sickly-sweet scent hung in the air, eerie and terrifying.
Ning Wuye's expression did not change in the slightest. His gaze remained fixed on "Xi," without shifting even a fraction.
He paid no heed to the ghost claws reaching for him. Instead, he simply raised his sword and brought it down toward "Xi."
"Slash!" Ning Wuye shouted coldly. A vast, razor-sharp Sword Qi instantly descended upon "Xi."
The Sword Qi was like a pool of autumn water given form, or a segment of moonlight cleaved away—pure, bright, and refined, yet imbued with a fierce sword intent that could shatter anything and stop at nothing.
Its sword intent was pure and powerful, hard as fine iron.
The moment the Sword Qi shot forth, it was as swift as lightning. Before Ning Wuye could be crushed into minced flesh by the ghost claws, it would be able to slay his enemy!
This was unmistakably a way of fighting that would take both sides down!
The crimson eyes all over "Xi's" body grew even redder. Its muscles bulged in dense knots, and it too erupted with a savage aura like that of a primordial beast. The eight arms on its back shot out like bamboo after a spring rain, swelling in an instant before thrusting forward to block the Sword Qi.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...
The Sword Qi, like water and moonlight, was light and swift, yet peerlessly sharp. It instantly cut through layer upon layer of obstacles and pierced every