Clang.
The blade's crisp sound resonated, a cold gleam flashed across the wall, and several strands of hair fluttered in the air.
Su Xiao stood in the room as if it had been swept by a whirlwind, while Lilith stood outside the door, unable to intervene now.
The room where Su Xiao was located was about a hundred square meters, spacious inside, with a height of around 6 to 7 meters, and its original purpose was unknown.
Invisible threads crisscrossed the room, becoming denser higher up, and the black-robed masked man was barefoot, walking on the threads above. What was more uncanny was that his body flickered as though by signal interference—this was some high-level movement skill, not a spatial ability.
"Excellent sword technique, no, exquisite."
The black-robed masked man's steps didn't stop, as he had to keep moving on the web of threads above; otherwise, Su Xiao would catch him, given Su Xiao's sharp sword technique and perception.
