How could it not be frightening? Late at night, someone suddenly appeared, hacking and slashing at thin air with a sword, muttering to himself with a cold, fierce expression. Any ordinary person who stumbled upon him would surely think they had encountered a madman.
The sword light dazzled his eyes. Sun Duhe swallowed hard, his legs weak and chills pouring down the back of his neck. He had nearly wet himself.
He wanted to call out to Lian Youming, but remembering the man's abilities and identity, he could only force himself to remain calm.
Yet Lian Youming's behavior still left him uneasy. While he hesitated over whether to enter the room, his left foot had already stepped inside of its own accord. The moment it touched down-
Across that half-step, Sun Duhe suddenly shuddered. Confusion first crossed his face, then turned to terror as his eyes swiftly widened.
Lian Youming's sword darted and its light whirled. Amid its transformations, a blurred outline seemed to emerge in the empty space before him, traced out by the sword's shadows beneath the moonlight, dreamlike and illusory, neither clearly real nor false.
The sword tip flicked upward again, and the hazy outline instantly came alive.
It was an evil flood dragon!!!
A man and a dragon were locked in fierce battle.
Sun Duhe gaped, tongue-tied. His calves gave out, and he collapsed backward, his face ashen.
But the instant he fell out of the room, the sight before him returned to normal. Moonlight was still moonlight, sword light still sword light. It all seemed like an illusion.
Lian Youming turned beneath the moon with his sword in hand. Its shadows raced like light and shadow, lightning and wind, undisturbed by anything outside him.
Yet strangely, the fiercer his swordplay became, the more savage the