The ghostly figure started in alarm and hurriedly doubled back. As he went and returned, it was as though he ignored inertia itself, drawing sidelong glances from all the experts.
"Teacher Li's qinggong is truly astonishing," Nachen exclaimed. Even Temujin held Lichimei in great respect, so calling him Teacher was only proper.
Chabi nodded and curiously studied the person standing in front of Guo Jing. "I wonder who the other one is."
Lichimei shared the same doubts as he looked at the figure opposite him. "With martial arts like yours, you cannot possibly be Nameless. Who exactly are you?"
Song Qingshu's heart sank. Lichimei had appeared, so Temujin could not be far away. One slight misstep today, and he might very well die here.
He ignored Lichimei's question. With a crook of his finger, a nearby sword rose and hovered in midair. He flicked it lightly, and the sword shot toward Lichimei at such speed that it was almost impossible to see.
Lichimei was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly activated Heavenly Charm Condensing Yin, his figure flickering in and out of sight as he appeared in different positions, trying to shake off the sharp sword's attack. Yet no matter how he changed direction or leaped and dodged, the sword clung to him like a parasite on the bone.
His heart sank. How could he fail to see that his opponent's cultivation surpassed his own? Knowing he could not evade it, he could only gather all his strength and take the sword head-on.
A mass of violet energy formed between his palms to block the strike. When the sword crashed into it, his whole body shuddered. His soft, handsome face first flushed red, then turned deathly pale.
The martial art he cultivated was inherently based on yin and supple internal energy, and