"I've propriety." Ye Chen said indifferently.
"Come, Ye Chen!"
Li Feng had already prepared. His Zhen Yuan was pushed to the peak, and a green glow covered his long blade. The long blade seemed weightless in his hand, flickering indefinitely.
Without unsheathing his sword, Ye Chen walked toward the other step-by-step. His every step covered the same distance, seeming as if he was using a ruler. His gaze looked down upon Li Feng, carrying the look of an emperor strolling in his garden—be it rain or sunshine, or thousands of troops, he could take his enemy's head at his will.
"Arrogant."
Li Feng was infuriated by Ye Chen's demeanor. The latter had neither drawn his sword nor adopted a battle stance. Did he think of him as a fish on a meat board, ready to be chopped at his will?
"Two Extreme Wind Blades!"
