The night wind howled fiercely, and Qingyan Village, shrouded beneath the phantom of a blood-red skull, looked like a lone boat in the midst of a violent storm. Ling Xiao stood suspended in mid-air, his green robes snapping wildly in the gale, four flying swords orbiting his body with blades flashing dazzling golden radiance.
"I'll ask one last time," the blood-robed dwarf cackled, protruding his scarlet tongue, "are you handing over the Poison Spirit Bead or not?"
Ling Xiao's answer was a streak of sword light that tore through the night sky! The Zhu Xian sword transformed into a hundred-zhang golden rainbow, striking straight for the center of the dwarf's brow.
Chapter 332