With this black sword in hand, Ye Fan's confidence surged. He shouted at the Shadow Stream Master, "Shadow Stream Master, where is your boldness now? You've been calling me a clown, but you're the real clown here! Take this!"
He swung the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword, cleaving down amidst a blur of blades. Under the moonlight, the Shadow Stream Master had somehow procured two short katanas. The two blades were incredibly nimble, moving with fluid ease. Ye Fan felt a surge of horror; had he not dodged so swiftly, his throat might have been slashed. Indeed, the shorter the weapon, the greater the peril.
The Shadow Stream Master ceased his taunts and charged at Ye Fan with explosive speed. His movement technique was so strange that any ordinary Martial Artist would mistake him for a ghost. But Ye Fan's eyes adapted quickly. He saw through the Shadow Stream Master's footwork and launched a forceful counterattack.
With one swift move, he shattered the Shadow Stream Master's katana.
