Looking up at the sky, Ye Wudao felt somewhat disappointed.
He had thought he would witness an earth-shattering duel, yet all he saw was wind and snow filling the sky. The black figure atop the tower remained utterly still, as though it had not taken those two swords seriously at all.
And at that moment, when no one expected it, Ye Wudao suddenly leaped up from the garden.
At some unknown moment, a spirit sword had appeared in his hand!
The sword came without the slightest warning!
One moment, he had been standing before the flower hall with his hands behind his back. The next, he had become an afterimage, tearing through the blizzard.
His sword flashed like a startled swan, his body ghostlike as he swept past everyone's eyes and charged toward the Succubus atop the tower!
Or perhaps, he had hidden this sword strike for a long time.
From the moment he entered the Yan Clan, he had been thinking of how to unleash this strike.
Those two flying sword techniques just now had merely been a smokescreen meant to confuse everyone.
He had used that brief chance to catch his breath, taking advantage of the moment when his opponent atop the tower relaxed in secret satisfaction after breaking his two techniques. At last, he had waited for this opportunity.
An opportunity must not be missed; once lost, it would never return.
At the instant the Succubus atop the tower murmured to Bao Xiaoqin, he unleashed that heaven-shaking sword strike.
He had poured his full strength into that strike. Sword intent surged like an ocean, sword qi rose like mountains, as though it would cleave the entire tower apart along with the Succubus!
Just as everyone stood dumbfounded, thinking he had already lost a move...
That stunning sword