Chen Changming's gaze turned cold; his intent to kill was set.
Black light flashed from his right hand, and the Slaughter Demon Sword appeared at his command. Dark-red patterns ran across the blade, exuding a ghostly, chilling baleful aura beneath the sunlight.
Without the slightest hesitation, he lunged forward. Man and sword became a streak of black light as he hurtled straight toward Bai Cangshan.
This strike was the fastest move in the Slaughter Demon Sword Art—Sword Blade First Bloom.
The sword emerged like a flower bud bursting into bloom, silently unfolding a fatal gleam of sharpness. It was so fast that even the void was sliced open by the blade edge, leaving a hair-thin black fissure.
Bai Cangshan's pupils abruptly constricted, and his scalp went numb!
This sword was too fast—so fast that he had no time to retreat or evade, not even a moment to activate another spirit treasure.
At the threshold between life and death, he could only grit his teeth and activate the small silver bell above his head, shrinking its descending defensive barrier inward layer by layer. The silver light, originally thin as cicada wings, instantly thickened severalfold, becoming a crystal-like wall of layered protection that firmly shielded his entire body.
"You insolent brat, how dare you!"
Li Houhai flew into a rage. Seeing his sworn brother under attack, he abruptly turned the bronze mirror in his hand. Green light surged from its surface, and a thick pillar of light burst from the mirror, shooting toward Chen Changming's flank.
This time, in order to save Bai Cangshan, Li Houhai poured in his spiritual power without holding anything back.
The instant the pillar of light left the mirror, it swelled with the wind, becoming as thick as a century-old tree in the blink of an eye.