Blood dripped from a thousand tiny cuts across Li Shen's body as he faced Fu in the Ghost Battle Chamber. The System's ultimatum echoed in his mind - win or remain trapped forever in the Archive.
Li Shen welcomed the stakes. Death held no fear anymore, not after endless battles against the greatest warriors. If this proved his final fight, he'd make it count.
Fu's fingers danced across the guzheng strings, sending waves of musical energy that Li Shen barely dodged. The chamber shifted, transforming into a vast field of roses. Their sweet perfume filled the air.
Li Shen's instincts screamed danger. Too late - the flowers morphed into razor-sharp blades, slicing his flesh from every angle. The sickly-sweet scent became the metallic tang of his own blood.
Through clenched teeth, Li Shen focused his qi. The Lotus Whisper technique reached out, attempting to cloud Fu's concentration and break the illusion. For a moment, Fu's eyes glazed over. The flower-blades vanished.
