In the nick of time, a palm faced a blade. Ye Tianfan, with his flesh and blood, clashed against the steel sword edge, already at a disadvantage. Yet at the instant when the cold glint flashed, Ye Tianfan smiled! The corner of his mouth curled into a cold, indifferent smile, and his eyes held a scornful look akin to death itself.
In an instant, Ye Tianfan changed his palm to two fingers. Only a "ding..." was heard, as the blade was firmly caught by Ye Tianfan's two fingers! At the same time, the force on the blade ceased abruptly. Although the person wielding the blade was still exerting force, the blade could no longer move an inch, only trembling ceaselessly.
At the same time, Ye Tianfan's face, full of killing intent, magnified infinitely in the eyes of the swordsman, bringing with it a wave of fear!
