The Spring Rain Blade was exquisitely delicate.
It looked like a willow swaying in the breeze, or a flood dragon swimming beneath emerald waves.
The blade rose.
"I have a blade technique. Please show me what you think."
Shen Ye spoke.
"Go ahead," the flaming figure said.
Shen Ye hesitated. "But my strength is only at the Dharma Realm eighth layer-"
"Relax. I'll suppress mine to the eighth layer too." The flaming figure was impatient.
"Good, then."
Before his words had faded.
Blade in hand, Shen Ye stepped forward, and everything around him suddenly grew sluggish.
At the same time.
He vanished from where he stood.
The flaming figure had still been somewhat languid, but the instant Shen Ye disappeared, it suddenly cried, "Blade of Time?"
In a flash.
Four enormous, spinning shields of flame appeared in the void, guarding the flaming figure on all four sides.
-But the Spring Rain Blade was a dark gold treasure blade.
It did not have many powers, only one-
"Attacks made with this blade cannot be blocked."
That alone surpassed countless powers!
The long blade abruptly emerged from the void and brushed gently across the enormous flame shields like a warm, tender breeze.
Blade Art: Dream Stealing!
Behind the shields, the flaming humanoid had been forming spell seals, preparing to unleash a new round of offensive spellcraft.
But the enormous flame shields did not stop the long blade as he had expected.
The blade-
Passed through the flame shields as though piercing a sheet of paper, instantly transforming into thirty-six layers of blade shadows that filled every direction and slashed toward the flaming humanoid.
"Wha-"
The flaming humanoid abandoned his spell seals and hastily drew a pair of fist blades. Spinning, he traced graceful, fine white lines of sharp light, attempting to block