Chapter 1951 - 1947: Lesson
Shen Luo gazed intently, unmoved, his ears slightly twitching, as he swung the long knife in his hand horizontally towards the right.
"Clang"
The sword glow burst forth, but this time no blood light appeared, only a sound of grating friction that set one’s teeth on edge.
Following this, the blood mist ahead dissipated, and the cut-in-half form of the white fox also vanished immediately, contrary to the expectation. Instead, beneath Shen Luo’s blade, a snow-white fox emerged, its claws exuding a colored glaze gloss, tightly gripping the Hongming blade edge.
"Friend Shen’s perception is indeed sharp. Even though Tu Shantong has advanced to the Taiyi Realm, her illusion technique still cannot prevail over you," the white fox transformed from Mi Su stared at Shen Luo with glowing eyes, and marveled.
"It’s not that Tu Shantong’s illusion isn’t clever, it’s your mist barrier that doesn’t obscure my sight," Shen Luo chuckled lightly, exerting force suddenly with his long knife, slashing fiercely.
Mi Su was struck by the immense force, flying through the air, instantly transforming back into human form, her hands swiftly forming seals.
While retreating, she smiled and said, "Friend Shen, do you really think it was just now that I discovered your trace? Haha..."
Mi Su’s laughter echoed wildly in the valley. Shen Luo frowned and looked beneath him, finally realizing that at some unknown time the ground was filled with thin white threads as straight as an ox’s hair, standing upright like steel needles.
As it turned out, long before they arrived near the pool, Mi Su had discreetly laid out her arrangement underground, waiting for someone to take the bait.
"Thousand-threaded Locking Yuan, bind," Mi Su shouted sharply.
In the next instant, thousands upon thousands of white threads shot straight from below the ground, wrapping around Shen Luo like a silkworm cocoon.