Pei Ye pursed his lips as he watched the two figures coming and going. When he was dueling with Li Shenyi, he could still cheer with the clapping slave, but this match immediately tugged at his heart.
In the past, no matter who stood opposite her, Miss Ming was always that unfathomable, omnipotent person in his heart. No matter what astonishing techniques the opponent used, she always had more powerful and miraculous ways to respond. Most of the time, that longsword alone was enough.
But now, the situation was reversed. Pei Ye had learned most of the techniques Miss Ming possessed, all of which were Divine Arts enough to determine the fight swiftly, but using each one against this man in Taoist robe left Pei Ye with little hope of victory.
On the contrary, the man's figure became more unfathomable, and with every astonishing attack Miss Ming launched on the Sword Platform, Pei Ye watched him closely, worried yet believing he could respond once again.
