"Two!" Prince Wudao gently called out.
At that moment, after Lin Bai and Zhang Zhengqing had discussed, they looked at Prince Wudao with ice-cold expressions.
As their feet stomped down, two flying swords were injected into the ground beneath.
"Not taking action yet? Then I'll count to... three..." Prince Wudao said with a light laugh.
Just as Prince Wudao counted to three, in an instant, two flying swords sprang out from the ground beneath him on both the left and right, with unmatched sharpness aiming for the top of Prince Wudao's head.
Simultaneously, Lin Bai gripped the Demonic Sword, taking a step forward and thrusting at Prince Wudao.
Prince Wudao's face turned solemn as he looked at the two flying swords breaking out of the ground, astonished, hurriedly retreating while closing the folding fan in his hand, fiercely striking at the two flying swords to knock them away.
