"It's useless, no one can find me!"
The voice of the black-robed youth echoed around, ethereal, making it impossible to locate his true body.
"You can try," Lin Xuan replied with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Since you wish to die, I shall grant your wish!" The black-robed youth's voice was ice-cold.
As the words fell, the air to Lin Xuan's left suddenly ripped apart, and a black scythe mercilessly slashed down.
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light streaked by, precisely striking the edge of the scythe, the terrible force directly causing the blade to veer off course.
Boom!
The black scythe struck the ground, carving out a crack as numerous pebbles tumbled to either side.
The hard black ground finally broke in this instant.
With one successful strike, Lin Xuan's gaze became piercing, and he thrust the Autumn Trace Sword in his hand again, as quick as lightning.
But by this time, the black-robed youth's body had already vanished.
"Wind Emperor's Sword!"