A pitch-black saber, its blade coursing with dim runes, as though forged from congealed night.
The moment it left its sheath, the temperature around them plummeted. Even the wind seemed frozen.
Wind and Rain Tower's tower-defending saber—Dark Night. It was said to have been forged from thousand-year cold iron, its blade engraved with ancient soul-devouring runes. With a single slash, it did not harm the flesh, but struck directly at the soul.
The slash flashed forth like a cold crescent moon, bewitchingly beautiful as ice crystals in winter!
This slash was too fast, too ruthless, too absolute.
It did not strike at Wang Xian's body, but at the stretch of void where he stood—Ghosts' Bane had already seen through Wang Xian's transformation into black mist.
He thought that as long as he sealed off the void ahead and gave Wang Xian no room to flee, this slash would be impossible to evade.
A peerless blade light instantly split the black mist before him down the middle, as though cleaving a snow-covered mountain in two!
Where the blade light passed, the black mist churned like a sea split by a sharp blade, retreating to either side.
The blade light contained soul-devouring power. The instant it touched Wang Xian's soul, it would tear it to pieces.
"Clang!"
The spirit sword in Wang Xian's hand met Ghosts' Bane's black saber head-on.
Sword and saber collided with an ear-splitting metallic ring. Sparks scattered like fireworks on New Year's Eve, blooming and dying amid the chaotic wind.
Then, with a tremendous crash, both men were sent flying backward a hundred zhang!
Amid a mournful howl, the mass of black mist was blown toward the eastern end of the long street, while Ghosts' Bane landed on its western side... The black mist and Ghosts' Bane faced