On the mountaintop, Yan Hui and the Succubus faced each other once more.
Both wore expressionless faces, without the slightest hint of surprise. It was as though that earth-shaking clash just now had merely been an appetizer for testing one another.
Snowflakes filled the sky, while countless sword auras hummed through the air, circling the two of them and forming a vast domain of sword qi.
A thick mass of black mist also shrouded Yan Hui. Against his crimson robes, it made him appear especially glaring, especially eerie.
"You didn't expect this, did you?"
Yan Hui's voice was cold as iron, carrying a hint of mockery.
He recalled their first battle by the river outside Spirit Dawn Town. Back then, he had been no match for the woman before him. She had suppressed him completely, leaving him in a miserable state.
But today, he was no longer the homeless cur he had once been.
With a cold snort, he drew upon his sword art, and his crimson robes fluttered like blood.
The black spirit sword in his hand flashed with a dazzling burst of sword light.
A violent wind abruptly rose between them, sword qi crisscrossing in every direction. It seemed as though the entire forested mountain was trembling, ready to collapse at any moment.
In everyone's divine sense, Young Master Yan Hui seemed like a demon god descending upon the world, his aura towering beyond all measure, impossible to look at directly.
Yet the Succubus seemed not to have noticed Yan Hui's unruly bearing at all.
Her gaze passed over Yan Hui and looked deep into the vault of heaven. No one knew what she saw in that single glance. The stars above the clouds? Or fate hidden in the unseen?
Or perhaps she was considering how she would