Not long ago, according to intelligence, Ye Ling's strength was just at the minor imperial path realm.
But in such a short time, he had become a powerhouse of the Saint realm.
Shui Ye Tienxiong didn't understand how he cultivated so rapidly!
"Getting distracted during a fight, not a good thing, oh!"
Suddenly, just as Shui Ye Tienxiong's mind was in turmoil, Ye Ling's icy mocking voice abruptly penetrated his ears.
Shui Ye Tienxiong's expression sharply tensed, he hastily gathered his spirit, and his katana drew a mysterious arc before swiftly slashing down towards Ye Ling.
"Whoosh!"
The blade's radiance tore through the air, bearing an unstoppable tyranny, and, with a boundless murderous aura devoid of frivolity, enveloped Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, his body slightly bent, and the Snow Drinking Blade, following this momentum, chopped down, carrying a brilliant cold glint in midair as it met the incoming blade radiance.
"Clang!"