"If it weren't for needing the blood, I wouldn't want to use Sword Control against you." Lin Tian used his previous words to answer Xu Feibai, which was akin to admitting that he had mastered Sword Control, but only he knew that what he understood was merely superficial, far from reaching the level of Tang Xuan Su.
With a gesture, Lin Tian called back the Crescent Blade from the wall silently. Seeing the blood on the blade, he smiled; though little, the blood was sufficient.
But soon, his smile vanished as the blood on the Crescent Blade evaporated instantly, turning into a blood mist that dissipated into the air. Not far away, Xu Feibai stretched out his palm, and a faint blood mist appeared in his hand, gradually thickening and contracting, ultimately converging into a drop of blood.
"As I said, my blood can't be taken by anyone. You're a zombie too; you should understand this principle." Xu Feibai clenched his fist, and the blood drop disappeared.
