It was a dance of death.
But Yuan Xuelan knew the odds and refused to back down. Ban Yuewei was startled for a moment, it seemed as though the young cultivator's martial prowess improved by tenfold in just a blink of an eye.
It was the way of things when it came to Yuan Xuelan's abilities; his genius and skills took a shine once all distractions were etched away and his emotions peaked to a suspended drawl, neither chaotic nor calm.
His steps, his cuts and thrusts have narrowed in precision. His strength used sparingly and effectively. Yuan Xuelan was not only able to catch up in speed, but he was also able to provide a lot more offensive assistance to Ban Yuewei.
She, being one with a gift divine when it came to the sword, was able to quickly pick up on his newfound power. Ban Yuewei adjusted her style to accommodate him and together they danced in sync.
Gan Keming was starting to get overwhelmed.
