The Astral Wind within the sleeve poured forth, and the wide sleeve lost all its imposing force, hanging weakly like a deflated balloon.
Although the Sword Qi of the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword had dissipated, Baili An's physical strength remained. He twisted his wrist and lifted the sword tip.
Zila——
A blinding spark appeared as the sword tip scratched across his metallic mask.
Zangxin hastily retreated, landing in the pouring rain, his clothes completely soaked in an instant.
He covered his cheek, blood seeping through his fingers, his gaze sinisterly staring at the half-mask on the ground, his expression extremely dangerous.
"It seems Si Chen is not cherishing the hard-earned friendship between us."
The next moment, the gloom in his eyes vanished in an instant. He lightly wiped his cheek with his palm, and the blood instantly disappeared, replaced by a complete Skull Ghost Mask.
