Phantom Spirit

Linglong Continent, the Realm of Spirit Cultivation.

Upon an ancient mountain, two figures darted relentlessly across the rugged terrain. Judging by their speed, both had clearly reached a legendary mastery of spirit leap techniques. Suddenly, the one behind gave a flick of his hands, releasing thirteen flying daggers. They spun forward with astonishing swiftness, each one finding a cunning angle. The man ahead was forced to turn and face his pursuer; his hands formed a seal before his chest, summoning a white spirit shield in an instant, which clashed violently with the incoming blades. Though the shield held for a time, the power behind the daggers was immense. Forced to retreat to dispel the momentum of the assault, he found himself driven back. Suddenly, the shield shattered, the daggers vanished.

“So, you dared to spoil my plans, and for that, you must die!” the dagger-wielding man shouted.

“You certainly have reason for such confidence,” replied the pursued man with a gentle smile. “Your flying daggers, though not quite as swift as the Divine Blade Li Clan’s, are nearly their equal. Your spirit power rivals even that of the Cold Monk, and most impressively, you possess a secret point-seeking technique akin to Mistress Bi Xuedao’s.”

“Then you should know you’ll die here today. Your spirit shield may have blocked my thirteen daggers, but you won’t stop my fourteenth.” The man known as Flying Demon was supremely sure of himself, for his fourteenth dagger was invisible.

The other man touched the scar at the end of his left eyebrow with his