Ye Zhen took his steps one by one, ascending the canyon. The higher he went, the denser the sword momentum became, slowing Ye Zhen's pace considerably.
Though invisible, the sword momentum was akin to a towering mountain, testing Ye Zhen's Cultivation, Divine Soul Power, and mastery of the Sword Dao.
As Ye Zhen slowly passed by the one-armed Martial Artist seated on the rock, the latter snorted coldly and his left hand lightly caressed the long sword that lay across his knees.
"Left Hand Sword?"
Ye Zhen's eyebrows twitched. He kept his right hand on the sword's hilt and continued to move forward without any outward reaction, but inside, he was highly alert, reminding himself to be extremely careful should he engage in combat with this one-armed Martial Artist.
Sword techniques from the left hand were often extremely cunning and vicious, appearing unpredictably—a single strike could catch an opponent off guard.
