Nie Yun ground his ink with meticulous care, his sword blade gliding slowly, looking nothing like he was fighting but rather preparing to write an essay or sit an examination.
"My lord..."
Duan Yi blinked, unable to make sense of what was happening even after watching for so long.
Lord Nie Yun before him did not seem to be giving up casually. What was going on?
Puzzled, he looked up at Ghostly Nether Venerable across from them, only to find that the latter no longer wore his earlier arrogance and conceit. Instead, his eyes were fixed brightly upon them, filled with solemnity.
Though Duan Yi did not understand what was happening, he knew that Nie Yun must have employed some method that prevented his opponent's move from unfolding. His astonishment gradually turned into even deeper admiration.
The change in his heart was nothing much, but Ghostly Nether Venerable across from him was so frustrated he was nearly coughing blood.
Ghostly Soul-Swaying Wave was his signature ultimate skill. He had spent far more than hundreds of millions of years refining this move. Once unleashed, he could calculate exactly what resistance his opponent would make, what follow-up moves he possessed, and even prepare for them in advance. Yet... never in his wildest dreams had he expected his rhythm to be disrupted before he could even launch the attack.
That sword of his opponent's seemed to be grinding ink, but in truth, every movement contained profound intent. It was the complete opposite of his Ghostly Soul-Swaying Wave. Every time the momentum of his move accumulated to its peak, it was punctured by the other man, leaving it unable to unfold.
"Damn it! Stop him!"
Rage burned in Ghostly Nether Venerable's heart as he let out a furious roar.
Woo woo woo!
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