A droplet of water fell on Ling Ye's face, bringing with it an intense stabbing pain.
"Sword Intent condensed into a droplet?" Ling Ye muttered to himself, casually wiping the drop from his face, his admiration growing deeper in his heart.
To cultivate the Sword Dao to such a degree, he was already on a par with an ordinary Sword Master. Just this one strike made him believe that Liang Yi was truly worthy of his reputation! Truly deserving of the title of Chief Disciple of the Banished Immortals!
"No way, sir! I'm just here to watch the action, why am I losing blood?" A lucky spectator was accidentally hit by a stray droplet, and the system instantly notified him that he lost a hundred health points.
"Holy shit, just one water droplet causes 100 damage, then what about the things falling on our heads? Wouldn't we all be done for?"
