"What's your name?" Uchiha Shin asked.
"Just call me the White-Robed Swordsman."
Tch! What a poser!
Uchiha Shin took out his Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan. These days, he generally did not use an ordinary sword anymore; the Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan could be used as a longsword.
His Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan could extend in length, becoming as long as a sword.
The White-Robed Swordsman said no more and thrust his sword at Uchiha Shin.
The White-Robed Swordsman had looked like nothing more than a show-off just moments ago, but the instant he made his move, Uchiha Shin felt tremendous pressure—enormous pressure.
As the sword thrust toward him, Uchiha Shin felt as though the power of heaven and earth were converging upon him, as if the sky itself were pressing down on him.
Faced with such overwhelming power, Uchiha Shin felt fear well up within him for the first time in a long while. It stunned him.
He had roamed the Three Realms for so many years and had scarcely known fear. Yet before this sword strike, he was actually afraid.
Every part of him—his heart, his mind, his body—wanted to retreat and evade it. It was simply too powerful.
But Uchiha Shin forcibly restrained himself, using his powerful will to control his body. He absolutely could not dodge, much less retreat.
Uchiha Shin was also well-versed in swordsmanship. He knew that this strike would have a profound effect on him. If he retreated now, he would truly lose to this man. It would be tantamount to certain death, with no chance of turning things around.
He had to meet it bravely. Whether he could block the strike or not, he had to try. He had to withstand it head-on.
Taking a deep breath, Uchiha Shin's Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan