So fast!
Tianshi'ao's pupils dilated as he quickly retreated, attempting to dodge the piercing Sword of North Dipper. He felt the cold light at his back, a chill almost seeping into his soul.
All along, in his understanding, Ye Xueya was known for using Illusion Technique, Source Substance applications, and Stigma combined to form Curses—in other words, a mage.
But now, Ye Xueya's swordsmanship had even shocked the Crow Tengu.
It wasn't that it was spectacularly brilliant, but it was like a dead nerd at a comic convention walking into the bathroom and seeing the Miss who had just posed for photos.
Why is she even faster than me!
But there wasn't enough time for him to react. The Ten Grip Sword blocked. A crack appeared on the blade of the Sword of North Dipper, but the bone-chilling cold, even through the Miracle Imprint, shook his soul, causing the Stigma of the Crow Tengu to split open.
Death's poison wrapped around him!
