When Han Fei's blood dripped onto the hilt, all the enslaved souls trapped within roared in anger!
Arm after arm gripped Rebirth with Han Fei, the blade forged from humanity itself piercing straight through the Evil Ghost's body.
Nightmares dissipated, and the Curse swept through, as Han Fei became the most terrifying Fierce Ghost in the night, yet in his hand, he held the city's brightest light.
His shoulder was torn open by the schoolgirl, his chest struck hard by Fu Sheng, but Han Fei paid no mind to those wounds, this time he would not let go of the saber no matter what.
"Do you think you are worthy of wielding this saber?" Han Fei's crimson eyes met with those beneath the F mask, and the keepers of the Black Box from two eras faced each other.