WHOOSH!
Ye Wushuang's body flashed back, landing to one side. A smile touched his lips. He was very satisfied with the speed of Floating Light and Shadow. Without such speed, he never would have dared to take such a risk.
'What a terrifying sword!'
Sensing the lingering killing intent in the air, Xi Jie and Zuo Yi, who were watching from a distance, stood dumbstruck. It took them a long moment to robotically turn their heads and stare at Ye Wushuang in utter shock, a hint of surprised astonishment in their eyes.
Just moments ago, they had been worried that Ye Wushuang's weakness would hold them back. They had never even considered letting him make a move.
But they never expected that at the critical moment, Ye Wushuang would save the day with a single sword strike. That strike was fast, ruthless, and precise—practically flawless. Even they couldn't hope to match it.
