Lin Shen understood Christine better than anyone else. This sword contained elements of the Separation Method, the Shooting Sun Great Art, and the inherited cultivation art.
These things had not merely been fused together; they had truly merged with Christine's own abilities, pushing the Separation Method to a whole new height.
With a wave of his hand, Lin Shen summoned the Folding Fan into his grasp and flung it out. It transformed into a butterfly that drifted unpredictably through the air as it flew toward Christine.
Facing this sword strike into which Christine had poured almost all his life and spirit, Lin Shen could no longer fight with nothing more than a reed as he had against Sword Old.
The butterfly and the light crossed in midair, like the most beautiful encounter in the universe.
Yet the next second, the butterfly fluttered past the sword light, grazed Christine's cheek, spun beautifully through the air, and flew back into Lin Shen's hand.
Throughout the process, the sword in Christine's hand shifted continuously, as dazzling as an aurora chasing a butterfly, yet it never managed to touch that bizarre Folding Fan.
It sounded slow when described, but it had happened in an instant. The Folding Fan returned to Lin Shen's hand, while a bloody mark appeared on Christine's face where the fan had cut his cheek.
"Even an attack like that was broken!" A chill ran through countless hearts.
Christine's sword had been an almost perfect union of power, skill, and will, yet it had been so easily broken by a Folding Fan. It was simply unbelievable.
"It's too troublesome for you to come one at a time. Stop wasting time. Come at me together." Lin Shen had never said he would duel them one-on-one. He needed to finish matters here quickly