Again, Metal Baleful Intent

Shen Hui remained unhurried. He took his master's Sword Box, which had not been used in a long time, from the Jadeite Gourd.

He stuffed the small white-jade sword, still buzzing incessantly, into it, snapped the lid shut with a clap, and casually tossed it back into the gourd.

Only after doing all that did he raise his eyes toward the figure racing down from the sheer cliff.

The man came with savage force. His feet kicked shards of stone flying from the cliff face; every step left a deep footprint, and he moved so quickly that he trailed a black-mist afterimage.

Shen Hui's expression did not change as he raised a hand and pointed.

Red Calamity and White Skeleton shot through the air, heading straight for the man's face.

Yet the man made a move that surprised Shen Hui somewhat.

He neither dodged nor evaded. Two bluish-gray claws stretched from the black mist, one to the left and one to the right, forcibly catching both flying swords in their grasp.

The blades cut into his palms, yet he seemed utterly unaware of it. Instead, he split open a mouth that stretched to his ears, baring jagged fangs.

Then he lowered his head and bit down on White Skeleton's blade.

With a crisp crack, it was like biting into stone.

White Skeleton did not budge, but several of the man's fangs shattered and flew away.

Shen Hui raised an eyebrow at the sight.

This thing had lost all humanity and gone mad to the extreme. It even wanted to take a bite out of a flying sword.

He had no desire to waste time tangling with it. Forming a hand seal with his right hand, he pointed toward the heavens.

In an instant, wind and clouds changed color.

A streak