The once tranquil East Sea was now surging with dark tides without warning. The sky, blanketed by dark clouds, bore strands of evil Qi drifting from the horizon.
"Fellow Daoist, my apologies!" Ao Bing, with hair flying wildly, opened his mouth and spat out a shimmering clear spring. It was a small sword, only about an inch long, ringing clear and sharp, its green blade emanating a deep blue brilliance like the sea. The sword Qi, like Jiao Dragons emerging from water, shot straight towards the frontal visage of the Red Silk.
"Hmph!" Red Silk coldly rebuked, her face like frost, and from her dark pupils shot two dazzling beams of light flying towards the longsword unleashed by Ao Bing. The brilliant beams spun like the sun and moon in revolution, shaking the heavens.
