Bai Xuanling stood in the air, clad in white, a longsword in hand.
Her mere presence was an absolute deterrent.
Black currents surged through Baibo's severed right hand, restoring it, while the enormous wound Chu Xingchen had cleaved across his chest slowly healed as well.
Along with his wounds, Baibo's figure began to change.
His reed-thin frame swelled violently, swiftly becoming as burly as a fierce bear. The black currents on his body gradually flowed back into him, and eerie inscriptions covered his entire body, forming heavy black armor.
Having fully assumed his complete form and cast aside all concealment, Baibo revealed his true appearance.
Of his features, only his pale green eyes remained. Everything else had become a faceless demonic statue.
"Bai Xuanling, your inner demon is still there... yet you insist on meddling?"
Baibo's voice was heavy and murky. He raised his hand slightly, and a little crimson light appeared:
"Your anger... is as pure as ever."
"Well? Do you feel your emotions churning... an urge to kill everything you want to see?"
"Anyone else might fear you, but not me. Your anger, your emotions-all of it is nourishment for me."
Bai Xuanling did not turn back to look at Chu Xingchen, but her smile was already beginning to resemble Li Xingtian's.
As for Baibo's words.
Bai Xuanling's answer was simple.
Just one slash.
Standing behind Bai Xuanling, Chu Xingchen watched her swing her sword.
The sky became a single color, a boundless expanse of white.
Sword intent surged like wind, and killing intent rolled like an ocean.
When sound reached him again, it came only in waves from the distance.
A white light that destroyed everything bore down on Baibo.
Bai Xuanling moved so quickly that her sword intent had already reached Baibo, yet her sword hilt