The person on top thrust a blade straight down with both hands, the Blade Qi was not just piercingly cold, but the killing aura within was even harder to hide. Ye Tian, merely holding an inch of sharp edge between his fingers, did not move but stared intently at Zhang Liang standing behind. He wondered if it was possible to avoid these people and land a one-strike kill. However, Zhang Liang seemed to see through Ye Tian's thoughts; his eyes narrowed slightly, and he once again stuck a soybean-sized particle between his fingers—not a soybean, but a grain of sand that the little monk had cleaned of impurities.
This action made Ye Tian abandon the idea of a one-strike kill. People who could manipulate a grain of sand between their fingers couldn't be that weak. One-on-one might be manageable, but did he really think the twelve men surrounding him were merely for show? Ye Tian dared not be overconfident and settled for a slow and steady fight.
