Ye Wuming sighed: "Zhao Changhe, if only you weren't so clever, you might be a bit more adorable."
"Because you want a pawn, not a husband?"
"..." Ye Wuming really didn't want to get caught up in these ambiguous words, coldly said: "So you draw your sword at me, meaning you want to fight me?"
"That's right." Zhao Changhe coldly said: "I am officially telling you, the pawn you manipulated is now standing on equal footing with you. In terms of power, it's already stronger than you. If you persist in refusing to face this fact, then I will make you face it right now."
Ye Wuming squinted at him for a while and slowly said: "Then let me see."
As the words were spoken, a pair of jade hands suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Changhe's face, as if to slap him.
Zhao Changhe flipped his broadsword and slashed towards Ye Wuming's neck.
Ye Wuming suddenly felt as if time and space stopped, his movement unable to proceed, the Dragon Sparrow already at his neck.
