"I lost? How is this possible?"
A moment ago, the Young Undying Demon Lord stood tall and proud, declaring that running into him was Ye Chen's misfortune. However, he couldn't have lost more wretchedly. It was such a huge contrast that he was almost driven mad. He could imagine Lashan Mei's sneering face in his mind, which made him feel livid and humiliated.
His fingers dug deep into his palms, beads of blood trickling down his hands.
'What an enormous sword pressure! What the hell was that ability?'
As a sword artist himself, Marquis Star Sword had keenly sensed the sword pressure emanating from Ye Chen at the crucial moment, and it made him exceptionally curious. However, the latter's control over this ability was excellent, releasing and retracting it within an instant. Therefore, even he was not able to see through it, and could only guess.
"Sword pressure? Seems like you can't go too near him."
