Xiwen drifted backward, widening the distance between himself and Bloody Baron.
As his breathing steadied, the corners of his mouth lifted as he uttered a rather melodramatic line:
"Interesting."
Baron clearly had no intention of giving him much time to catch his breath. Accompanied by the clanking of his shackles, he swiftly closed in on Xiwen and swung his blade again.
Unlike his delayed reaction just now, Xiwen instantly sorted through his past combat experience and combined it with the unique way ghosts moved, quickly thinking of a response.
He abruptly rose higher into the air while lifting his legs and drawing them up before his body. At that very moment, Baron's curved blade passed within a hair's breadth of Xiwen's toes.
Then, taking advantage of a ghost's ability to float, Xiwen performed a midair roll that defied gravity. As he flipped over Baron's head, he lightly tapped him on the head, knocking him off balance before descending at the same time.
Baron immediately felt as though he had been toyed with. He furiously swung his blade, forming an almost impenetrable wall of steel around himself.
Having already taken one strike, Xiwen knew full well how peculiar this blade was. Naturally, he had no desire to be injured by it again.
"This is a bit troublesome," Xiwen said, though his expression did not look grave in the slightest.
He pressed his palms together, then suddenly pulled them apart!
An orange-red blade of light, seemingly wrapped in flames, appeared in Xiwen's hand—
Vishanti's Sacred Sword!
He easily spotted the flaw in Baron's swordsmanship. In a flash, he knocked aside the curved blade that harmed souls and pressed his light sword against Baron's throat.
"You lost, Baron," Xiwen said calmly.
Bloody Baron's pupils abruptly constricted. He stared at Vishanti's Sacred Sword before