Bottom of Broken Top Mountain
A ten meters distance meant nothing to Wang Lenchan, and his blade arrived at Ye Mo’s neck in a single breath’s moment.
Ye Mo seemed to be scooped up by the wind blade like a leaf as he dodged it.
Wang Lenchan didn’t continue his attack. He looked at Ye Mo coldly, "No wonder you’re so cocky, you have some power indeed. But if this was all you’ve got, this place will be your grave."
The pale moonlight was shining on Wang Lenchan’s sword, giving it an eerily white sheen.
