He Mao Ichiro watched Ye Qingci, whose aura had completely changed from the initial encounter, and sneered coldly, "Is it me, what of it?"
Whoosh!
A cold flash of sword light passed by, and the Splitting Heaven Sword took the initiative to fly out from beside Ye Qingci.
The sudden sword made He Mao Ichiro's pupils constrict. He instinctively dodged and reached out his hand, but just as his hand was halfway lifted, the sword light had already appeared in front of him.
Bending his body into an almost impossible shape, He Mao Ichiro finally managed to dodge the sword targeting his vital points at the last moment.
Even then, He Mao Ichiro still felt a slight warmth on his face.
A streak of blood appeared on He Mao Ichiro's cheek. Such a casually delivered sword had lightly pierced through the body of the Martial Arts Emperor.
He Mao Ichiro's eyebrows tightened as he finally began to seriously regard Ye Qingci as an opponent.
