Chapter 292
In an instant, the sky darkened, and the sea churned. Centered on Xia Si, a massive golden vortex erupted—a hundred kilometers across. The vortex blazed with blinding light. At its epicenter, a terrifying golden sword took shape, stretching from sea to sky.
With a resonant hum, it cleaved downward.
It carried an Ash power vast enough to far exceed the strength of any ordinary Mistborn.
The blade swept down and engulfed Lin Hui entirely.
"You forgot. I was the one who passed this sword technique down to you..."
Within the colossal golden blade, a dense swarm of smaller swords drove at Lin Hui from every angle. Useless. Each one found only a fleeting shadow, passing clean through him. Every trajectory seemed almost to clear a path for him—the attack itself conspiring with his movements.
Lin Hui simply flickered. No drawn sword, no technique—just unhurried, evasive shifting that rendered Xia Si's full-force strike completely hollow.
The implication was unmistakable: he knew every sword technique she possessed as intimately as his own reflection. She held no secrets from him.
"Kill!"