"Just like this!"
Saint Infant's hand gradually formed a sword from ghostly energy, his gaze turning cold as he swung it at Ye Guichen, like a relentless arrow, exuding a terrifying aura.
Ye Guichen frowned deeply, staring at the incoming force, his heart filled with shock, standing frozen in place, eyes fixed on the sword before him, momentarily forgetting to dodge.
"Bang!"
A sword light whistled past Ye Guichen's ear, crashing heavily against the wall of Jiuyou Tower in the distance, the roar echoing throughout the tower.
Ye Guichen gazed at the sword's momentum, seemingly enlightened but failing to grasp it, as if it vanished in an instant, thus wanting to turn and ask Saint Infant.
Saint Infant, however, had already fallen asleep, completely ignoring Ye Guichen's intention.
Ye Guichen shrugged helplessly, realizing he'd have to wait for Saint Infant to be in a better mood.
....
On the other side.
