The rosy light and misty clouds couldn't completely block the sharp aura of the Flying Sword. Zuoqiu Ye felt a piercing Qi Mechanism lock onto him.
His face flushed, then paled, but he forced himself to remain calm. He hadn't reacted at all to that last sword strike. It was only when his Profound Mist Gauze Robe activated on its own, and the Flying Sword clashed violently with the rosy light and misty clouds, that he was startled into realizing something was wrong.
An elder from his clan had heard how formidable Yang Jing's Flying Sword was and had specially procured this Profound Mist Gauze Robe from the clan's treasury for him.
"Senior Brother Zuoqiu, how about that sword strike?"
Yang Jing beckoned with a finger. The dense, rosy clouds and misty qi churned, and the Metal Element Flying Sword he had just formed flew back to hover at his side.
