The whistling wind rose beside Ye Chen's ears as he watched the flash of the Tang Knife glint before his eyes, his gaze narrowing with a hint of surprise.
An expert!
Based on that single stroke from Mo Qingyun, Ye Chen knew this person was definitely a master of the blade.
The blade's light was piercingly cold, and even though the Tang Knife had not yet reached him, the overbearing momentum of the attack was already bearing down on him.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, shifted his stance slightly, and with a light tap of his right foot on the ground, his body soared back like a Da Peng taking flight, instantly retreating.
Just as he steadied himself, Ye Chen frowned, looked down, and saw a slash had appeared on his shirt.
It seemed as though he had evaded the knife, but he was still grazed by the dispersed Sword Qi.
