"Who are you?" Holy-Sword Emperor asked.
"That is of no concern to you," Han Sen said.
Holy-Sword Emperor balked and pulled out his sword. Without delay, he thrust forward, taking aim at Han Sen's forehead.
Han Sen leapt away like a bird, evading the attack with ease.
Holy-Sword Emperor raised his arm and pointed with his fingers. Suddenly, they all took on a life of their own, each one becoming a free-thinking sword. The index finger was thin like a rapier, whereas the middle finger was hefty like a greatsword. The thumb was like a plump dagger.
The five fingers became five different swords, and swiftly, they went after Han Sen.
Holding Bao'er, Han Sen rode the air and dodged every finger that wished to skewer him. Despite the spirit's grand display of power, none of his attacks found their target
