A sudden burst of clapping broke the silence.
I had just escaped death, and all I could think about was fighting with everything I had. But the applause abruptly killed my urge to charge forward.
“Impressive. The lord of Circle City truly lives up to his reputation.”
It was Hugh Thompson. As the smoke cleared, he adjusted his glasses and walked over, giving a respectful bow.
“You’re humans. What are you doing here?”
“Hugh, step aside…” Suddenly, Mason Yu, half-crouched on the ground, raised the Celestial Chord Sword with one hand, his whole body shrouded in a faint white glow.
Celestial Chord Sword, unsheathed. No ghost can withstand it. Azure Thirteen Sword...
With a shout, Mason Yu’s feet suddenly glowed pale blue, lifting him into the air. Behind him, Wendy Wood, the female ghost, raised both hands, holding two white talismans.
A flash of blue light—Mason Yu’s Celestial Chord Sword began to glow. He flew up to the ghost, brandishing the sword, unleashing a flurry of blades of light. The Blue Wraith’s eyes flickered with fear.
“Celestial Chord Sword—Netherfall!”
The Blue Wraith named Quinn Lee blocked with his soft sword, but in an instant, the blade shattered into pieces.
“Ha…”
Mason Yu roared, thrusting his sword for the final strike. Quinn Lee dodged, but his shoulder was sliced open.
“You want to die, kid?”
“Heaven-shaking Eight Trigrams—Escape!”
A burst of light flashed—it was Hugh Thompson. He hurled a Bagua Mirror just as Quinn Lee was about to grab Mason Yu. With a bang, the mirror shattered, and Mason Yu spat blood, crashing to the ground.
“Lord Lee, can you wait a moment?”
Hugh Thompson said, glancing at Wendy Wood, who was being held by another female Blue Wraith.
“After all, we’re the ones who returned your family member to you.”
“Don’t think about running. If you try, I won’t be so forgiving next time.”