But who was the fool? He soon found out when Ye Wudao's palm glided along the edge of his blade and grabbed his wrist, the blade of his Eastern Blade unable to harm Ye Wudao's hand.
Before the man from the Eastern Ocean came back to his senses, Ye Wudao had already twisted his fingers, and with a crackling sound, his wrist was broken by Ye Wudao, and the Eastern Blade in his hand had also arrived in Ye Wudao's possession.
At that moment, several others wielding Eastern Blades charged at Ye Wudao in a disorganized flurry, a chaotic dance of sword light that could have been frightening, but to Ye Wudao, these men were full of openings.
Ye Wudao snorted coldly, spun the Eastern Blade in his hand, and a series of clinking sounds rang out, leaving several blades broken on the ground and the attackers standing there, dumbfounded.