The blade's energy sliced through the air, engulfing him like a mountain of swords amidst a sea of flames.
Ye Ling stood still, his eyes tightly shut. With a tremble, terrifying rays of blade light exploded in an instant, sweeping directly over Zhao Bing's body and flipping him through the air.
With a thud, Zhao Bing slammed hard onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"You lose."
Ye Ling slowly walked over, holding the Snow Drinking Blade by its hilt with one hand, looking down at Zhao Bing who lay on the ground unable to move, and spoke indifferently.
Struggling to lift his head, Zhao Bing's eyes bulged. Looking at Ye Ling's icy gaze, he felt a chill throughout his body. He couldn't understand how he lost so quickly!
It wasn't just because he had underestimated Ye Ling, but also because he had never truly regarded this young man as a threat. Yet, who could have imagined that Zhao Bing would still lose!