The Yao Light Sword

"Uh..." The bulging veins on Tang Ling'er's forehead actually began to ease.

"Yes, just like that. Stop struggling. The more you struggle, the more you suffer." The distorted face drifted down from midair, repeating in Tang Ling'er's ear, "Give up... sleep forever..."

Just then, with a whoosh, a figure leaped up from the foot of the mountain.

When he saw Tang Ling'er lying on the rock, her fate unknown, Li Yichen's eyes instantly reddened.

"You bastard! What did you do to her?" Before he finished speaking, he sprang into the air, his legs whipping like the wind as he kicked viciously at that loathsome face.

Yet his legs passed straight through the shadow without meeting any resistance.

"Hehehe, it's useless," the shadow sneered. "Physical attacks can't hurt me."

After a pause, he continued, "You're this little chick's lover, aren't you? Perfect timing. I'm going to make you watch her die."

"Despair! Weep! Wail! Show me just how weak and helpless you humans can be. This is my favorite show! Hahaha..."

"Fuck you, you sick freak..." Li Yichen clenched his fists, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the shadow as his mind raced. Think of something! Hurry!

Just then, a metallic ring suddenly rang out from a sword.

The black Wooden Box that never left Tang Ling'er's side bounced a few times, and a sword shot out of it.

With a series of swishes, the gleaming sword circled twice in the air, then streaked toward Li Yichen like a meteor.

"Holy shit, has this sword come to life?" As Li Yichen stared in astonishment, the sword stopped right in front of him, then turned to point its hilt toward him.

"You want me to use you?" Li Yichen asked tentatively.

"Ding..." The blade trembled slightly, seemingly confirming his guess.

Li Yichen wasted