Seeing the man about to attack, Ye Mo was worried. He knew that even though his opponent didn't know any magic, nor did he have a magic artefact, Ye Mo still wouldn't be able to beat him. The difference was too great.
Thankfully, he paused after one punch. If he hadn't, Ye Mo would have been heavily injured if not dead. Ye Mo didn't know that the guy couldn't attack too many times.
"Slow down, see if this is a treasure or not." Ye Mo gave his flying sword to the man. He knew that if he shot it at him, the man would be able to grab it before it even damaged him.
"Hmph." The man grabbed the flying sword, and it gave him a very strange feeling.
What sword was this? He had seen a couple of the top ten legendary swords of China but never something like this. He tried piercing the ground with it, and it sliced at the ground like it was cutting tofu.
