"You finally showed yourself!"
Mu Bai's pupils contracted as he stared at the two-faced young man who had abruptly appeared before him. His face was divided vertically in two, one side cold as frost, the other sinister as lightning.
"Hand over the Crane Blood Stone, and I can leave your corpse intact!"
The two-faced young man raised his hand, the five claw blades on his fingers gleaming coldly beneath the moon.
"The Crane Soul Tribe?"
"You Bingcheng, of the Crane Soul Tribe and the Spirit Taming Sect's War Hall!"
"Here!"
Mu Bai flung the Crane Blood Stone away, then pushed off a massive tree and leaped sideways. Without any visible move from You Bingcheng, a Red-Crowned White Crane flew over and caught the Crane Blood Stone in its beak. You Bingcheng reached out with a clawed hand, snatching at Mu Bai's back with tremendous speed.
Sensing danger bearing down on him, Mu Bai twisted at the waist. A searing pain swept across his back, leaving five fresh bloody marks. As he twisted aside, the longsword in his left hand wheeled around and stabbed fiercely behind him. With a bang, a tremendous force struck his wrist. The sword hummed as it flew from his hand and buried itself half a foot into a massive tree.
You Bingcheng kicked the sword away with his right leg, then, his body half-reclining in midair, spun and hooked his left leg straight toward a vital point at the side of Mu Bai's head. "You stole my Crane Blood Stone and ruined my tribe's great undertaking. You must die!"
A fierce wind struck his face. Mu Bai ducked, and the long leg swept across his scalp, shearing off strands of hair that scattered like needles in its wake. Having ducked the blow, Mu Bai turned and