"Good blade," the tall man exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"Of course, it's a good blade," Shen Ye responded.
"I only need to make one move, and it will be mine," the tall man declared.
"You are not mistaken," Shen Ye said, lowering his eyes and speaking softly, "it will thirst for your blood and flesh."
The tall man's footsteps suddenly quickened, and a knife appeared abruptly in his hand.
With a flash of the knife and a rapid buzzing sound, it reached right in front of Shen Ye's eyes in an instant.
This strike aimed to pierce the eye socket, immediately cross slice, lift the skull, and cleave away half of the brain.
Normally, that's how it would be.
But not today—
The crowd only saw the tall and fierce man's strike, but no one saw Shen Ye's knife.
Shen Ye's knife was faster than that move.
The blade technique was completely different.
In the moment the Hongying Knife was drawn from its sheath, everything around became still and slow.