Ye Qi gripped two jet-black daggers, his entire being seeming to merge with the shadows.
His speed was so incredible that even Lin Ye was alarmed.
It wasn't a simple linear dash powered by an eruption of Qi and Blood, but a flicker that was almost like a spatial jump.
At times he would melt into the shadows on the ground, only to silently emerge behind Zhang Daoxuan, his daggers tracing lethal, cold glints of light.
But no matter how bizarre his Body Technique or how cunning his attacks, the iron sword hovering in the air would always strike second but arrive first, precisely parrying his every surprise assault.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
The dense clang of metal on metal was incessant.
Zhang Daoxuan's Martial Arts Spirituality was actually Sword Control!
Although he could only control the single sword he carried on his back, that alone was terrifying enough.
