After Shen Bai spoke, he turned into a streak of light and shot straight into the sky as everyone watched.
The Cold Moon he carried glinted mesmerizingly in the sunlight.
The white light enveloping Shen Bai was as gentle and flawless as jade.
Up in the sky, Ouyang Sword had been feeling quite smug, thinking his grand entrance was the height of style.
After all, at a time when everyone thought he was outmatched, he had seized control of the air, placing himself in an unbeatable position from the very start.
In his eyes, the two blades of Frost Sword Qi beneath his feet, combined with his white robes, made him look ethereal—the very image of a white-robed Sword Immortal.
His lineage was all about maintaining a certain flair.
Now, Ouyang Sword felt he had absolutely perfected his stylish presentation. The only thing missing was defeating Shen Bai to bring it all to a spectacular conclusion.
