He stared at Li Chang'an for a long time before bursting into laughter. "Good. Very good. In that case, let me see what you're really made of, that you dare to boast so shamelessly!"
Before his voice had faded, the white-robed old man flicked his sleeve. The originally normal-sized sleeve instantly expanded, becoming as vast as the sky itself and enveloping Li Chang'an.
Li Chang'an turned to flee.
But the sleeve was so immense that no matter how fast he was, he couldn't possibly escape it.
Since he couldn't escape, he stopped trying.
Li Chang'an once again drew the Longsword from Emperor Wu of Zhou's waist and slashed violently at the sleeve-robe.
The blade struck the massive canopy formed by the sleeve, yet it produced a piercing screech of metal grinding against metal.
The white-robed old man's sleeve, which should have been made of ordinary silk, remained completely unscathed. The sharp blade had only managed to scrape a shower of flickering sparks from its surface!
