Five days later, within the Flying Dragon Forest, before Lin Bai's wooden house.
Yu Yu wore a cold smile, a sharp crimson glow enveloped his body. Gripping a sharp sword in hand, he gazed at Lin Bai, his expression icy.
"Hah!" Yu Yu shouted suddenly, taking a step forward and flying towards Lin Bai. The crimson sword aura converged at the sword's edge, and with one slash forward, a blood-red moonlight-like sword qi shot straight at Lin Bai.
Lin Bai stood a hundred meters away from Yu Yu, facing the incoming sword qi, calm and unflinching.
In fact, Lin Bai's hands were behind his back, not drawing the Demonic Sword.
At the instant the blood-moon-like sword qi reached Lin Bai, he smiled, a thought flickered in his mind, and with a wave of his sleeve, countless misty white sharp swords shot out.
