"Then let our blades settle it."
The instant the words fell, Li Xiang's right hand closed around the hilt at his waist.
Clang!
A clear, stirring blade cry tore through the stagnant air above the Arena. The dark-red Ghost-Slaying Blade left its sheath, and幽-blue Fireworks Qi wound up along its fuller.
There was no elaborate opening stance, no deliberate eruption of earth-shaking power. Li Xiang simply stood there, yet the moment he drew his blade, he seemed to become one with the cold black-stone Arena.
"You don't know your place." Ayi Guli sneered.
As a candidate for sainthood in the Moon-Worshipping Cult and a proud predator of the desert, she had never made a habit of indulging her prey.
If he was so eager to die, she was happy to oblige.
Hiss!
Ayi Guli moved.
She did not take a step. Pushing off the ground with her toes, she shot forward like an arrow loosed from the string.
The crescent saber swept through the air. There was no sound of wind, only a deathly silence that chilled the marrow.
A silver-white crescent of blade energy peeled away from its edge and skimmed the black Arena floor, slashing diagonally toward Li Xiang's legs.
Where it passed, a thin layer of white frost formed on the hard stone slabs.
This is... Li Xiang lowered his gaze.
In his sight, the crescent was more than a sharp edge. Its inner structure resembled an intricate ice sculpture, countless strands of yin energy woven together and compressed, radiating a cold that could freeze the flow of blood and qi.
This was a distinctive Profession Ability of the Moon-Worshipping Cult.
Its energy purity and the precision of its rules far surpass those of an ordinary rare Profession... Li Xiang made a swift assessment.
This yin energy