Ai Hui did something Duanmu Huanghun absolutely did not expect. He passed the sword over to his left hand.
Left hand!
Duanmu Huanghun’s eyes opened wide, as if he had seen a ghost.
Ai Hui’s left hand held onto the sword skillfully, not at all unfamiliar with it. Strike!
Elemental energy poured into the sword’s body, a faint shimmer soon covering the sword. With a humming vibration, the grass sword transformed into a cold ray of light.
The light reflected on Ai Hui’s face, highlighting his indifferent expression and chilling eyes. It was as if he had become a completely different person who emitted a blinding glow of stern danger. What a great display of ability!
False move, luring move, killing move!
Whether it was the slight heaviness from before or the sword’s relentless first blow, they were building up to the sword that Ai Hui now gripped with his left hand.
