“Again,” Lin Beichen said.0

Li Xiaofei struck once more with the same five techniques. Sword light howled through the air, slicing across the void as if cleaving stars. But this time, there were countless variations woven into his swordplay, and Lin Beichen finally began to counterattack.0

With the cultivation level of the Sword Immortal, he needed only to raise two fingers. Sword light burst forth in a blinding flash and Li Xiaofei felt an immense pressure descend upon him. Yet this pressure remained precisely at the edge of his limits—no more, no less.0

Ding ding ding…0

A flurry of metallic clashes rang out as thousands upon thousands of strikes collided. The five techniques had already been executed in just a heartbeat but this time, Li Xiaofei did not stop there. He reversed his grip. The Darkblade appeared in his left hand as he started wielding both blade and sword.0

Lin Beichen burst out laughing and said, “Good. You've even...0