"Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard!"
Hei Sha, as if he had heard a hilarious joke, burst into laughter. His eyes then darkened, "Kid, I don't know where you get your confidence from, or maybe you're just bluffing. But don't worry, it will only take a second to deal with you."
With that, his gaze suddenly turned ice-cold, and he stepped forward, seemingly shifting instantly in front of Ye Xuan, his palm chopping straight towards Ye Xuan's throat.
His pupils contracted slightly, Ye Xuan drew the Rain Saint Sword, retreated preemptively, and swung out with his sword.
Bang!
Sword clashing with palm, Ye Xuan's figure was thrown back, slamming into a giant boulder.
"How odd, why is my True Yuan draining away so much for no reason?"
Just now, Ye Xuan distinctly felt overextended, as if his True Yuan had suddenly drained away a lot, rendering his sword strike far below half of its normal strength.
"Sorry, I borrowed some of your True Yuan."
