Even for a wound as minor and negligible as this.
However, when Lin Ye looked up, he saw Zhang Daoxuan's face darken.
He had landed a blow, yet he didn't press his advantage. His body shot backward, instantly putting dozens of meters between them.
At the same time, the three Flowing Firefly Sub-Swords transformed into three afterimages, striking at his eyes from an even more treacherous angle.
No one knew that a storm was raging in Zhang Daoxuan's heart.
'A strike with my full power... My Swordsmanship, honed for over a decade... An edge that could split a boulder in two... and it only left a single bloody line on his neck!'
'What kind of physical durability was that?'
On the sidelines, Nie Cang was also stunned.
'That Defense Power...'
'It's monstrous!'
Lin Ye's primary Cultivation Technique followed a balanced path; it didn't specialize in defense.
'I never thought it would be this hard just to injure him slightly!'
