Ye Ling blinked and was instantly in front of the bald man, sweeping his blade horizontally, chopping fiercely towards the man's neck.
The bald man snorted coldly, his blade dancing madly in his hand, directly meeting the attack.
As their blades clashed, sparks flew. Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade spun wildly in the air, its edge colliding frantically with the bald man's dagger, sending off waves of light that spread outward non-stop.
The two fought back and forth, their battle closely contested with neither able to gain the upper hand!
Ye Ling cursed inwardly; he had not anticipated the bald man's strength to be so formidable. Had he been an average mid-stage warrior at the realm of Heaven's Chosen, he surely would've been defeated by now.
Yet, the bald man was able to withstand his onslaught, which surprised Ye Ling. Who on earth was this man!
