The aura emanating from this Cold Sword King was icy and strange. Zhaang Ye's perception was quite good, but no matter how he observed him, he couldn't see through the man's Cultivation.
'I can't even judge his Cultivation from his aura. This man's Cultivation Technique must be unusual!' Zhaang Ye grew cautious, his eyes fixed on the sword in the Cold Sword King's hand.
The sword in the Cold Sword King's hand was over four feet long, as narrow as a little finger, and as thin as a cicada's wing. The entire blade seemed to flex and retract, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Just a few glances at it were enough to make one's skin crawl.
The Cold Sword King's gaze fell upon Zhaang Ye, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey. Staring at Zhaang Ye, the Cold Sword King said slowly, "You must be Zhaang Ye. Your strength is considerable. A pity. No matter how strong someone is, if they're struck by my Ice Snake Sword, death is the only way out."
