Yu Ke was helpless as well.
The man opposite him was plainly a sword fanatic through and through.
Born in the North Sea Demon Court, yet not a trace of demon aura clung to him.
Sword Soul's voice rang out again, hard and cold as stone. "If your sword fails to catch my eye—"
"Then I will cut you down and offer you as a sacrifice to my sword."
Yu Ke lightly waved a hand. "I do not wish to fight you. You are not my opponent."
"Besides, if you want to kill me, you must wait until I draw my sword."
"If I never draw my sword, you will never see it. And if you never see my sword, you cannot kill me."
Sword Soul froze. Though his face bore nothing but an embedded tombstone, one could still tell that he had stiffened.
Xie Wanwan, standing nearby, nearly laughed at Yu Ke's words.
Sword Soul was caught in a dilemma and, for a moment, had no idea what to do.
Yan Susu and Ma Dao, however, did not dare relax in the slightest. They knew full well how troublesome Sword Soul was.
This man was the foremost demon commander beneath the Lesser Demon Saint of the North Sea Demon Court, his cultivation unfathomably deep.
Both of them were already injured. Though Yu Ke's combat strength was formidable, he was still only at Foundation Establishment.
If they made the slightest misstep, everyone here might find it difficult to escape the calamity of death today.
Sword Soul stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Since you are a swordsman, you should draw your sword."
Yu Ke ignored him completely.
The two remained locked in this stalemate for a long while.
Helpless, Sword Soul simply sat down where he was,