Afraid of you?
His cold words echoed through the air, too indistinct for the crowd of onlookers to make out.
But what they could see was Ye Wushuang's aura, as sharp as a blade. A dragon-shaped Qi Sword throbbed violently at his fingertip. He shot forward in an instant, his speed like a bolt of lightning, and charged at Ye Feng.
At the same time, a grim killing intent began to rise, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.
Life-Taking Sword!
In an instant, a chilling Sword Aura streaked across the sky like lightning.
It was as ephemeral as it was brilliant, vanishing in a flash. The onlookers were left stunned, their vision filled with nothing but a lingering streak of light.
SQUELCH!
Immediately after, the only sound that reached the crowd's ears was the sickening thud of a blade slicing through flesh. A blood-soaked arm flew high into the firmament, and a shower of crimson rained down.
Aaaargh!
