The moonlight was torn to shreds by the bloody clouds. The instant Ye Fan's Black Sword slashed through the blood-red runes on the stone wall, the Jiuxiao Huanpei inside the forbidden area suddenly erupted with a blinding cyan radiance. That cloaked figure let out a low laugh, the ghost tattoo on the left cheek suddenly swelling and turning into thousands of bloody threads that coiled toward Ye Fan.
"The Black Sword of my past life, break!" A low roar escaped Ye Fan's throat, and the grey mist of his inner world burrowed into the blade like a living thing. The Black Sword hummed and trembled, shattering the bloody threads inch by inch the moment they touched the blade. The cloaked figure's pupils constricted violently, and he turned to snatch up the Jiuxiao Huanpei, preparing to leap down the stone platform—only to see Ye Fan's figure flash, already blocking his path with the Black Sword pressed against his throat.
"Taichu Sector Leader?" Ye Fan stared at the excessively young face on the other's right cheek. "How long have you been using a forbidden art to host your soul inside a junior?" The cloaked figure shook violently all over as the ghost tattoo suddenly bit back at his neck like a backlash. "You... you even found out about this?"
Chapter 98