Outside Kylin Pavilion, a gray sea of mist spread wide. Suddenly, a streak of sword light shot into the heavens, stunning the mortal world.
Within the mist sea, Lin Chaoyin hastily urged the immortal mirror to protect himself. Yet the Immortal Slaying Sword's sharpness was Peerless Under Heaven. Ten thousand rays of rosy light crumbled at the sound, unable to withstand the sword's might.
"Ugh."
With a muffled groan of pain, Lin Chaoyin was sent flying several yards, his blood staining the mist sea red.
His left arm, destroyed by the Immortal Slaying Sword, had vanished from the shoulder down. The might of the slaughtering immortal sword was world-shocking and terrifying.
Having gained the advantage with one sword strike, Ning Chen moved again. Baleful Intent surged violently from the Immortal Slaying Sword as it slashed toward the man before him.
"You are... the Ninth Son of Ink Sect!"
Seeing the immortal sword in the man's hand, Lin Chaoyin's expression changed drastically. Ignoring his injuries, he pushed his cultivation to its limit and raised the immortal mirror before him.
With a thunderous crash, the immortal sword collided with the immortal mirror. Lin Chaoyin was flung away once more, the Yin-Yang Mirror's radiance dimming as its aura weakened considerably.
"Presumptuous!"
Within Kylin Pavilion, sensing his only son's peril, the Kylin Pavilion Master activated the Yin-Yang Immortal Mirror from afar, restoring its dazzling brilliance.
Ning Chen sneered and swung his sword. Then, with a step, he swiftly departed.
Sword light and the immortal mirror's rosy radiance collided, devouring one another. Amid the aftershock, the Kylin Pavilion Master appeared. Watching the two figures retreat into the distance, his gaze darkened.
He had miscalculated. After plotting for so long, his plans had been ruined by someone outside his expectations.
The next moment, a stream of