It's nighttime. Inside the Dark Illusionary Space, the fire qilin suddenly opened its pair of eyes. Within the demonically red pupils, a beam of light flashed!
Baili Jia Jue was reclining on the decoratively carved wooden bed. His pair of hands rested on his chest. His posture was as graceful as a nobleman from an ancient castle. Only, he didn't sleep at all. That pair of long and narrow phoenix shaped eyes oozing faintly cold air under the silver mask.
Swish!
Countless numbers of swords fell at the top of his head while Baili Jia Jue narrowed his demonically cold eyes!
He didn't even move the slightest bit, yet all of the swords seemed to have been stopped in midair!
After that, the corners of Baili Jia Jue's eyes rose and there seemed to be an interaction as some of those tough double edged swords were fragmented in fine sections then became powder!
