Han Xin glanced about frustratingly with two beams of red light darting nearly ten feet out of his eyes, his hands holding two swords. A few moments later, he turned to the old man and bellowed, "You are here to kill a man who cultivates the True Body of Heaven and Earth Scripture?"
The old man stared blankly back at him, spending some time to size him up. At last, he said hesitatingly, "Are you... really the assistant Celestial Ambassador?"
A long howl erupted, like that of a wounded tiger. Han Xin fiercely swung the sword in his left hand, the void vibrating as a stream of blood-red starlight plummeted down from the sky. It turned into a one-hundred-miles long, arc-shaped sword beam that swept across the land. Accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, the sword beam flew dozens of miles away, slashing through a distant mountain range measuring thousands of miles in circumference.
