The Masked Man's eyes flashed with panic, his body quickly retreating as the scabbard pursued him as if alive.
Unable to dodge, the Masked Man launched an attack of Dark Spiritual Power toward the scabbard which swiftly spun and dodged his blow.
Just as the Masked Man was about to catch his breath, a piercing sound broke through the air beside him.
Feng Yueya, sword in hand, flew towards him, her eyes cold and fierce, slashing horizontally, sending out a burst of golden light.
The Masked Man hastily retreated. Although he was fast, he was still injured by the Sword Qi, and the blood he had swallowed was ultimately spat out.
"Hand over the Spiritual Light Treasure Mirror and I can spare your body a whole corpse!"
Feng Yueya stood on the platform with her sword, her clothes fluttering and her hair rising without wind.
An awe-inspiring aura emanated from her, her gaze frosty and sharp.
