Zhao Bai did not back down. In his eyes, these were all part of the ingredients. Mei, however, suddenly became alert, drawing the Beichen Blade to face the enemies.
"To encounter so many dead soldiers in such a cramped space..."
Mei said calmly, "Let's fight side by side. And please take a good look, Teacher, at the new blade technique Mei recently realized while cutting beef."
"You actually came up with a blade technique?"
Zhao Bai said in surprise, accidentally giving himself away. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself a few times.
"You mean... I shouldn't have realized anything?"
"That's not what I meant."
What nonsense. Cutting beef every day could improve one's katana skills? Where would that leave all those fully certified masters? Don't make me laugh.
That was what he thought, but of course he could not say it aloud.
Zhao Bai coughed. "I was merely amazed by how quickly you've improved. There was no other meaning."
"Then let me see it properly."
The moment he finished speaking, sixteen dead soldiers charged at them with the stench of death. Eight carried scythes, while the other eight carried bows. They leaped backward and began drawing their bowstrings.
Mei's expression changed abruptly.
She was somewhat flustered. She was not confident she could block eight arrows fired at once with her blade. Fortunately, Zhao Bai had been watching everything. His gauntlets struck together, and a repulsive electric field spread out.
Whoosh!
Eight arrows shot forth in rapid succession. The spinning arrows struck the pale purple barrier and vanished without a trace, shattering into powder the instant they touched it. Zhao Bai clenched his fists and stepped forward, one step at a time.
Blue-violet light burst forth.
Every heavy strike from Nuoyada of the Broken Light was like thunder exploding