The Western Sea Sword God straightened in the seawater and looked toward Guo Dong, who kept retreating through the water, his gaze indifferent.
The movement sent blood pouring from his body again, staining the surrounding seawater red.
He was gravely wounded now, his strength far below its usual level.
Pei Baifa had once lost to him, but after years of secluded cultivation on Longevity Mountain, his cultivation realm had risen further.
Though he had defeated Pei Baifa again today, it had cost him dearly.
But he knew very well that Pei Baifa was not the final measure in today's killing trap.
Pei Baifa could not kill him.
This was his assessment of himself, and he believed those who dared lay a trap to kill him would surely make the same assessment.
There was unimaginable confidence in that assessment.
He had let himself fall into the sea without suppressing his injuries and feigned unconsciousness precisely to wait for the true killing blow to appear.
Even when Tonglu prepared to act, he still did not open his eyes.
He had not expected Tonglu to hesitate, or that the one who actually struck would be such a seemingly ordinary girl.
Grim, piercing sword intent left the Western Sea Sword God's body along with the blood and slashed into the distance.
Guo Dong retreated deeper into the seawater, her body about to vanish into the darkness.
A white handkerchief appeared in her hand.
There was a soft snap.
A slit appeared in the handkerchief, spreading to either side and exposing the severed ends of threads that looked like gold and jade.
The handkerchief had actually been woven from the exceedingly precious heavenly silkworm silk.
The sword intent came again.
Another handkerchief appeared in Guo Dong's hand.
Once again, a slit appeared in the handkerchief,