On the spot, Lu Yin's body turned intangible. Facing Liu Shaoqiu's sword, he chose to dodge. One slash was enough to shock gods and ghosts alike. This was the Thirteen Swords.
Lu Yin stepped out of the void and stared at Liu Shaoqiu in surprise. Facing that slash, he'd felt every cell in his body tremble—not from fear, but excitement. This was the first opponent since his life-or-death trial whom he could truly fight. Thinking this, he covered himself in Four-pattern Battle Qi without hesitation. "Again."
With a whoosh, Lu Yin tore through the void and appeared before Liu Shaoqiu at incredible speed with Void Flash. He pressed down with his palm: Nine Layers Nine Times Wave Palm.
Liu Shaoqiu's gaze remained calm. He shifted his heel to the side, and his body abruptly vanished. His sword came down in a slash. Lu Yin's scalp prickled, and he dodged instinctively. A massive void rift opened where he'd stood. As Liu Shaoqiu swept his iron sword sideways, Lu Yin extended his index finger, its tip shimmering with deep purple Battle Qi, and jabbed toward Liu Shaoqiu's forehead. Liu Shaoqiu moved with his sword, and the two exchanged positions. Both attacks missed. Back to back, one sword slash split the void while one finger pierced the emptiness. Two indescribably terrifying attacks extended outward, splitting the entire arena plain in two.
The exchange lasted only an instant, yet it astonished—and even shook—countless people who understood what they'd seen. There was no need to mention Liu Shaoqiu's Thirteen Swords. What many couldn't understand was how Lu Yin had dodged the First Sword.
If the Thirteen Swords were so easy to dodge, Chilian Baiye and Kuang Wang wouldn't have died. Lu Yin's speed had been just enough to evade the First Sword. What an incredible