It silently shattered, and he could not help but cheer inwardly, though his gaze grew even sharper.
"Oh!"
The ninja took another eight shuriken from his weapon pouch. Even without any room to maneuver, he formed a hand seal and fired them once more in the direction of the previous attack.
Clink, clink, clink~!
The shuriken did not fly directly toward their target. Instead, they suddenly collided in midair, like a novice who did not know how to use so many shuriken to attack an enemy and could only make them crash into one another.
However, when the target saw this scene, the mockery in his eyes gradually turned sharp.
Anyone capable of launching a traceless sneak attack against a cultivator was naturally an expert. Now that Mirai had become the master, he naturally became the master's master.
Yet even someone as formidable as Mirai narrowed his eyes when he saw the eight shuriken collide in midair.
Because Mirai had also realized that the person who had ambushed him was no weakling!
Whoosh!
At that moment, the eight shuriken that had collided in midair finally stopped crashing into one another. They had dispersed, attacking Mirai from eight different directions.
"Mind your own business!" Mirai still had the leisure to look after the fake Ye Nan, though he did not care whether the attacker had been sent by the fake Ye Nan. In any case, Mirai's actions could still be considered those of a good man.
After warning the fake Ye Nan, a flash of sword light suddenly passed through Mirai's eyes. Then, a wind-wreathed sword appeared directly in his hand.
Yin-Yang Supreme Sacred Sword Technique!
Mirai stood where he was and swung his divine sword. As the sword rose high, an absolute shield invisible to the naked eye enveloped him.