C158 Without Any Elegance

Ye Feng had already positioned himself behind the female Spirit Cultivator. With a tap of his long blade's hilt on the ground, a crisp sound echoed, and the blade began to retract slowly.

The female Spirit Cultivator's hand, mid-gesture in forming a Spirit Spell, stiffened abruptly, and then she toppled backward...

Ye Feng, unfazed, stepped forward, allowing her to fall to the ground