Shi Chun had narrowly escaped the fatal strike, dodging Chao Zhilin's sword by a hair, but he failed to evade the Silverglow Swordsman's attack.
He twisted with all his strength, yet was still a fraction too slow. The invisible blade, hovering between illusion and reality, cut a bloody gash across his cheek.
The Silverglow Swordsman swept beneath him after that strike. Shi Chun flipped through the air and returned a slash, catching its back.
Boom! Another Silverglow Swordsman appeared before everyone's eyes, then burst into a cloud of silver mist and dispersed.
Chao Zhilin flashed past and stopped in midair again. He saw his conjured warrior destroyed, but was not surprised in the least. Anyone who could kill Guan Wen and Yan Ji would naturally have no trouble destroying his Spell Weapon.
He hung from another spiderweb, the threads around him tightening. In an instant, they were poised to launch him again.
Others could not see it, but Shi Chun understood at a glance. The moment his descending foot touched the ground, he pushed off again.
To the spectators, Chao Zhilin had only just stopped and become visible before he abruptly blurred away again, trailing a streak of light that narrowly sliced through the spot Shi Chun had vacated.
Only now did Wu Jinliang, Xiang Lan'er, and the people watching the projection at the Royal Capital's Tournament Grounds realize that Shi Chun had not been slain by that sword-that he had actually evaded a strike of such terrifying speed.
Elder Ke looked stunned. His disciple's strength had taken him completely by surprise.
Yin Huixin stared at the Light Screen and murmured, "His cultivation has broken through to advanced martial."
Even as she finished speaking, she knew this was not simply a matter of reaching advanced martial. Among all the Mount