"Bring it on." Li Yao curled his fingers.
"You're asking for it!" Phantom Butterfly Dance fumed. Up till now, Li Yao hadn't fired a single arrow, showing blatant disregard for her.
"Come kill me." Li Yao continued to smile. He would stall for as long as he could, after all, it didn't make much difference to him who he dueled against.
"Fiery Sword Dance!"
Phantom Butterfly Dance was seething with anger, her arm transformed into a specter of afterimages.
The illusory crisscrossing fiery Huge Sword web rapidly encased Li Yao.
"The scope isn't small, but it's too slow."
Li Yao stared at the intricate sword web, his body subtly contorting in an irregular manner as if he was performing a peculiar dance.
To the spectators, the sword web seemed to pierce through Li Yao's body, yet to everyone's disappointment; Li Yao was unscathed.
"Damn you, are you even human?" Phantom Butterfly Dance was dumbstruck.
