Fan Dazhi hid behind a nearby reef rock, spreading his divine sense over the entire battlefield.
He sensed that Mist Concealment's footwork was bizarre in the extreme. Every step seemed to merge him into the mist, his figure shifting between substance and illusion, making it impossible to predict where he would appear next.
Ghost Sword was even more inscrutable. Every thrust targeted Qu Yong's most vulnerable points-his throat, heart, ribs, and lower back. Every move sought his life; every strike left no quarter.
"Senior Brother, three steps behind you to the left! There's murderous intent in the mist!"
Fan Dazhi suddenly called out in a low voice. At the same time, he swept his sleeve, sending several stones scattered on the ground flying through the air with piercing whistles toward the dense bank of mist where Mist Concealment hid.
The stones flew into the mist and burst into fragments. The fog churned violently as Mist Concealment knocked them away, forced to reveal himself.
Qu Yong moved at the warning, swinging the Cangwu Sword backward in a heavy chop. Sword Qi surged out like a wall, forcibly cleaving apart the mist behind him that had been poised to strike.
"Stop holding back. Kill him."
Ghost Sword spoke in a sinister voice. His short sword trembled, releasing a buzzing like the wailing of ghosts, shrill and grating, as though something were howling on its edge.
His figure blurred with the sword's cry, splitting into several afterimages that converged on Qu Yong from every direction.
Qu Yong snorted coldly. Ignoring the afterimages, he pointed his sword downward and drove it into the damp reef beneath his feet.
Clang!
A clear, ringing sword cry soared into the sky.
Centered on the sword tip, a visible ring of silvery-white Sword Qi erupted outward. Like ripples