The Yin-Yang Axes of the Subsidiary Meridian ricocheted off the wall, pulled by the connecting line behind them; they traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, rolling towards the tip of the Sonicon Blade.
This move, too, was beyond Xiang Shan's expectations.
Maneuvers like this were extremely rare.
Without a second thought, Xiang Shan swung his sword behind him, trying to escape the attack of the Yin-Yang Axes, while simultaneously attempting to cut the line attached to their end.
Almost at the same time, the "Mirror of Iron Dust" shattered into an even mist. A martial artist had smashed the mirror and stepped out.
Zhili Jiliu manipulated the Yin-Yang Axes with his wrist and fingers, altering their trajectory.
The "Crescent" of the Yin-Yang Axes aimed for the Sonicon Blade.
—No use, I can cut through... Huh?