Fast Sword Poetic Perspective

"How did you do this?" Bing Ling was very pale. All of the ice crystal formed by zhen Qi had been shattered, and she had only less than five percent of zhen Qi left in her body. Not to mention the ability to threat Ye Chen, a normal Clasping Yuan Realm warrior would be able to beat her easily right now. Therefore, she had already lost, but she still wanted to figure out how Ye Chen did it.

Putting back his Star Scar Sword into his scabbard, Ye Chen said, "Your ace attack was not perfect, that’s all."