"This old chap, Wan Jian, is really not cutting it. He hasn't been able to take down someone at the same cultivation level even after such a long time."
The one complaining was the Bodhi Old Ancestor, the good friend of the Wan Jian Saint, who loved nothing more than to moan and groan.
Ye Jinhai stroke his chin and commented, "The swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Old Ancestor is still too weak. Were it me, that strike just now would have gone directly for the lower body. Even a Saint would have lost half their life."
Ye Jinhai's style remained the same as when he first started cultivating, never straying from the themes of cunning and treachery.
In private, he wasn't known as any kind of Thousand Swords Saint, but rather as the Sly Sixth Saint.
After all, no other Saint fought in the same underhanded manner as this scoundrel, Ye Jinhai.
