Once again they took to opposing sides of the stage, Xin Rufei pulled out a shimmering sword from the scabbard tied at his waist and held it out in front of his body.
Tao Yuanming didn't move. Fu Shulin waited with bated breath. For a long moment it seemed like neither of them would move, until, in a split-second of motion Tao Yuanming produced a talisman from his sleeve and threw it at Xin Rufei.
The movement was so quick and fluid that Fu Shulin couldn't see the talisman cut through the air. It was the kind of thing he had trained with Yao Yan extensively, with no success. He might not like the man but he had to admit his control of spiritual energy was impressive.
But before he could even finalize that thought Xin Rufei's sword sliced through the air and cut the talisman in two, leaving it to fall uselessly to the floor.
