The fine rain shrouded Shen Bai's body like a mist.
The light in Shen Bai's eyes blazed like the midday sun.
Ever since Shengyun County, this was the first time Shen Bai had felt so evenly matched—the first time anyone had been able to withstand his full power.
In the past, he had found his opponents uninteresting.
Now, he was completely exhilarated.
The Sect Leader saw this and sneered. "You junior, you truly are amusing. Though you can contend with me, your Qi is ultimately no match for the Meridian Realm. How laughable that I have to resort to a battle of attrition, but it will be more than enough to kill you."
The long spear struck out once more.
As if obeying a command, the surrounding fine rain transformed into scorching vapor the instant the spear thrust forward.
The vapor was a dragon, the spear a pillar.
Goosebumps erupted over Shen Bai's skin.
It was not fear, but exhilaration.
His sword, Cold Moon, moved like the wind; his fists struck like a demon.
