When Li Baxian exposed his whereabouts, the youth knew there was no way out for him. All those postures had merely been meant to numb Li Baxian. Now that Li Baxian had called him out, he said no more. He waved the two Curved Blades in his hands and assumed a stance. "Then come!"
Lu Ye raised a hand to the hilt of his saber and lightly gripped it.
Li Baxian's voice sounded by his ear. "Be careful, Junior Brother. This fellow is a Ghost Cultivator. Though he only appears to be at Tier Eight now, his true cultivation is Heaven Rank Tier Seven, with more than two hundred and forty Spiritual Apertures opened. Of course, this place is suppressed and balanced by the Heavenly Mechanism, so the strength he can exert is only at the level of an ordinary Tier Eight. But his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed, and neither his strength nor speed can compare to those of an ordinary Tier Eight. Even if you can defeat a normal Tier Eight, you may not be his match."
"I know!"
Lu Ye answered. As his words fell, shattered stones flew beneath his feet, and he lunged at the Sinister Youth. Whatever Li Baxian's reasons for having him face such an opponent alone, the Spirit Stream Garrison War was already nearing its end. With such a rare chance to kill an enemy, he naturally had to cherish it.
Almost the instant Lu Ye moved, a streak of light shot toward him, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
His long saber left its sheath. Lu Ye slashed out, and sparks scattered. He felt a tremendous force rush head-on into him; his tiger's mouth split open at once, and the Crag Mountain Saber in his hand was