As strands of dark mist coalesce into chains, they coil around Ye Xuan's body. The blood-red radiance on Ye Xuan's surface completely fades away, replaced by a pitch-black glow, making Ye Xuan appear like a demon emerging from the night.
"What is this?"
Taixu Sword Venerate paused in confusion, his brow furrowed, staring intently at Ye Xuan's actions.
"Begone!"
Ye Xuan suddenly lifted his head, an ancient voice escaping his lips, his eyes cold and commanding.
"Boom!"
At the moment of uttering "Begone," Ye Xuan vanished into the air, instantaneously arriving before Taixu Sword Venerate.
"How... is this possible..."
Taixu Sword Venerate's expression changed drastically; he had never seen such speed, like a flash of lightning, making it impossible to trace its path.
"Bang!"
Ye Xuan no longer wielded sword or blade, relying solely on the strength of his body, violently crashing into Taixu Sword Venerate.
