C597 Sword Light

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Qingtian's mouth. He dodged to the side to prevent the blood from splashing onto his body.

Cutler held his chest and quickly retreated. He only stopped when he felt safe. He looked at the injuries on his body in disbelief and then looked at Ye Qingtian.

"How is this possible?" How could Ye Qingtian become so fast?

Ye Qingtian sneered