440. Zhao Douan: Giving face but not appreciating it, huh?

Qi Ye held the black-sheathed longsword horizontally in front of him, slowly unsheathing it. As the snow-bright blade emerged, the sword blade traced a semi-arc in mid-air, thrusting forward with an unremarkable posture.

This thrust was not earth-shattering, even somewhat excessively ordinary, yet Zhao Douan instantly squinted his eyes.

He keenly noticed a black line at the sword's tip slicing through the air, crashing towards the armor.

No!

That was not a black line, it was Inner Strength Qi Mechanism compressed to its extreme, this young man named Qi Ye had no flashy sword moves, only a single thrust.

Yet he had honed it to the ultimate in the Divine Chapter Realm, practicing drawing the sword three thousand times a day. Initially, the front of his wooden sword bore tiny holes, and when thrust, the wind would whistle through them; he achieved soundless sword drawing in three years, and this was just the beginning.