With a slight dip of his wrist, Ye Tian still only used eighty percent of his strength. However, when he infused his Dragon Spiritual Power into the Black Glaze Sword, the weapon began to tremble once more.
It was as if it had a life of its own, trying to wrench itself from his grasp and fly toward the approaching Qin Lin.
If that happened, Qin Lin would almost certainly be killed by the blow. Ye Tian knew all too well how frighteningly fast and powerful that attack would be.
In a panic, he retracted his Dragon Spiritual Power. Though he was executing the Fourth Form, it was a half-hearted attempt, completely devoid of its true power.
As Qin Lin's powerful Sword Qi bore down on him, Ye Tian moved his feet. Since he couldn't meet it head-on, his only option was to dodge with everything he had. He had no desire to be cleaved in two.
