Shen Bai could tell with just a brief assessment that this figure of light and shadow possessed the power of the Celestial Spirit Realm.
'Let me cut you open and see what you really are.'
Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Bai drew Cold Moon from his waist.
Blood-red Sword Qi roiled upon Cold Moon before bursting forth. A terrifying Sword Intent shot toward the heavens, cleaving the figure of light and shadow before him vertically.
Shen Bai didn't hold back, because he had no idea what this mass of light and shadow truly was.
It was precisely because he didn't know that this was no time to hold back.
This wasn't some storybook; this was the real world. The protagonists in stories had plot armor and could afford to hold back, even capture anything they encountered alive. But Shen Bai only had one life.
He was extremely cautious when dealing with such things, especially since this luminous figure was a complete unknown.
