He staggered back, his breath dispirited as he fell to the ground, his eyes full of fright and terror.
He had fought in over a hundred duels without a single defeat, never encountering such a terrifying figure.
He was defeated in an instant, and it was just with a finger; he didn't even know how he was injured.
The sharp and tough Japanese sword was still stuck to Ye Qingfeng's finger, as if glued by something.
Ye Qingfeng retracted his finger and then flicked it gently.
"Clang!"
The Japanese sword instantly broke, the blade shattering into several pieces.
Miyazaki Yui's beautiful eyes were filled with terror, breathing heavily, not daring to make any move.
The strongest uncle in her heart, had he actually lost like this?
Even his renowned weapon was shattered by the opponent with one finger; how could they continue fighting?
"Is he always this arrogant, always this strong?"
