The speed of the Young Master of the Sword Saint Sect was indeed incredibly fast; Ye Qing didn't even see how he lunged over, and the dagger in his hand was already at Ye Qing's neck.
"Ye, now you know the gap between you and me, right!" The Young Master of the Sword Saint Sect held the dagger against Ye Qing's neck and sneered, "I just need to move my hand slightly, and your life will be over. How about it, are you scared?"
Ye Qing didn't speak. Instead, taking advantage of the Young Master's complacency, he suddenly withdrew the scabbard in his hand and stabbed straight at the Young Master.
The Young Master of the Sword Saint Sect didn't expect that Ye Qing, with a dagger at his neck, would still dare to strike.
"Courting death!" The Young Master shouted coldly, and without another word, immediately slashed down with his dagger, while stepping back, preparing to kill Ye Qing and simultaneously avoid Ye Qing's attack.
