"He seemed completely unmoved, staring at Xiong Sansi with a fierce gaze, tinged with jealousy, 'What are you using to fight against me?!'
Xiong Sansi turned back, and the edge of his blade precisely struck the spearhead.
Lingxihua reappeared from hiding, launching a storm of attacks on Xiong Sansi in mid-air. A bone spear, its tip like snow falling on pear blossoms.
Yet Xiong Sansi stood firm like a mountain, hardly moving his feet, using the long knife as a protective shield against the wind and rain.
The clash between blade and spear each time sparked a long trail, like a flying ribbon. Some parts turned black, others blood-red, while scattered specks...red scattered, disappearing.
Lingxihua's attack was too fast, under the overlapping afterimages, black fog and bone spurs formed bizarre patterns.
Clenching his teeth, he sneered, 'You wield the Spirit Flame and employ the Spirit Body, yet rant nonsense about freedom and self!'
