Never Turned It Off

The sword intent came with astonishing speed, as though it had leaped out of the void itself. By the time Ghost Bat sensed that crimson sword light, it had already pierced straight out of the void and arrived before him.

Clang!

The pure yang sword light slammed into a pair of ghost claws forged from true qi, producing a crisp ring of clashing metal. Yet Ghost Bat suddenly felt a stabbing pain.

He raised his hand to look. Both his ghost claws had been severed cleanly at the wrists, the cuts smooth and even, blood pouring out in streams.

Ghost Bat immediately cried out in pain, terror flooding his heart. Though he had not gone all out just now, he had still circulated eighty percent of his true qi to form protective astral force.

Not to mention the barrier he had instantly gathered from the world's primordial qi during their clash.

Yet all of it—

Was as brittle as thin paper before that crimson sword light. Wherever it passed, it seemed to strangely leap across the barriers of space. Between illusion and reality, one sword strike had severed both his hands.

Such swordsmanship—

Had already surpassed the limits of his understanding.

The crimson sword light traced an arc, then vanished back into the forest. Shortly afterward, a figure in green robes emerged slowly, holding Zhuxie inverted in his hand.

A smile rested on Shen Yi's face as he looked at this evil path expert who resembled a bat and said calmly:

"Since you have come, Senior."

"You must have already prepared yourself to die and have your soul scattered."

Ghost Bat stared at the young man before him. Shen Yi had not revealed any earth-shaking might, but that sword strike just now had already frightened the courage out of him.