C1677 Death Sword

"Young Master, you're slowing down!"

"Young Master, your last strike veered off by a hair!"

"Young Master, your footwork was just a fraction late!"

The white-haired elder's voice was relentless as the young man, Ye Fann, gasped for air, his swordplay sharp and fierce, barely keeping the Silver Ghost Devil Body at bay as it roared in fury.

Despite having the advantage