In truth, the moment Soul-Slaying Blade Duan Ruhui began walking toward him, Xing Yan was already braced for battle. From what he knew of the Pure World Sect's leaders, and after that morning's poisoning, he had long since abandoned any hope that his opponent would observe the rules of courtesy.
Sure enough, while Duan Ruhui was still thirty or forty feet away, he drew his blade and lunged at Xing Yan like a wild jackal.
Just what I wanted!
Faced with that blade aura, streaking like a meteor through shattered shadows, the Four Seas Hall master, well accustomed to magical arts, was not troubled in the least. With that inward cry, he swiftly activated the Radiant Glory Art, spreading an almost colorless, formless Great Light Shield over his entire body. His senses had grown increasingly keen of late, and now, watching that meteor-like radiance before him, he did not find it particularly fast.
Thus, as Duan Ruhui's blade aura, brilliant as shattered moonlight and shooting stars, sliced through the gloomy world and hurtled toward him like a sharp arrow, the fully alert youth suddenly felt an incredibly familiar, comforting presence. In a lightning flash of thought, the audacious youth withdrew the shield of the Radiant Glory Art protecting his body. Before the spectators' expectant or terrified eyes, that imposing, razor-sharp blade aura plunged into Xing Yan in its entirety!
"Amitabha! The poison has taken effect."
Seeing his disciple's all-piercing blade aura enter the youth's body without a trace escaping, Monk Golden Bowl, who had been watching tensely, breathed a sigh of relief. The youth stood as motionless as a wooden chicken before that thunderous blade light. Monk Golden Bowl invoked the Buddha's name and exchanged a knowing smile with Flame-Shadow Yama beside him, who also knew the truth.
At that