The masked demon's lips curled up into a mocking sneer before his laughter erupted in a chilling melody that pierced the air. It wasn't a sound of amusement, but a twisted symphony of malice that seemed to claw its way through the intricate iron mask.
Zhang Fengxi felt a wave of ice wash over him. The laughter scraped against his very soul, sending a shiver down his spine that threatened to paralyze him.
"What's so funny?" Zhang Fengxi's spear sang a deadly aria as it pressed closer to his opponent's neck. With a smooth and light flip, his opponent launched himself backward, escaping the blade's lethal kiss within a split second.
Light like a sparrow, he landed on top of one of the palace's broken pillars.
He pressed two fingers to his lips, then unleashed a sharp whistle that cut through the air.