Ideas were always beautiful.
Zhao Bai leaned aside to evade a fierce slash as hooves crackling with lightning raced past him. He apologetically reached toward the kitchenware storage in his subspace.
Since a fair duel was impossible, he would let her witness some brilliant fireworks.
A grand display of fireworks rippling between pots and stoves.
Zhao Bai drew his blade.
The blazing fire flashed and vanished.
The smoothly galloping horse suddenly dropped to its knees. Immense authority filled the entire hollow as Zhao Bai walked forward slowly with blade and sword in hand, as though bearing a heavy burden.
His authority was like a mountain, far greater than a Herrscher's.
The warhorse neighed, its black scales flaring open in fury. It wanted to rise, to break free from the invisible restraint. Its eyes blazed with rage, representing the unyielding fighting spirit deep within Ji Lin's heart. Bright yellow arcs of electricity flickered around it. Rock fragments were ionized, burning as they danced and fell like a raging torrent, radiating a searing warm glow. It was a golden rainstorm.
It tried to attack, but was completely stopped. Zhao Bai mercilessly drew his blade and gradually approached it.
Slash!
The sharp sword severed its foreleg, making the warhorse shriek as it bent its knee. It seemed to submit, white bone jutting from its severed leg.
Ji Lin, who had been seated firmly atop the horse, was flung away. Her body separated from the black Xuanyuan Sword clutched in her hand. Zhao Bai was in no hurry to kill her. Instead, he continued dealing with her warhorse. He drew a greatsword, and Dragon's Spine shone with bone-white light as it pierced through the horse's neck and nailed the entire creature to the ground. Only the hilt remained exposed as scorching black blood splashed