The elder saw the opponent's dagger and couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his expression solemn. Although the opponent was using merely a small dagger, it was clearly not an ordinary blade. For a moment, the elder seemed unable to clearly see the opponent's dagger, witnessing only a few afterimages.
The speed of the opponent's dagger was evident.
The elder was well aware that the opponent, being the Lake Master of the Thirty-Six Caverns, had honed his dagger to such a realm, it was simply phenomenal!
Facing the lightning-fast dagger, the elder couldn't help but place his hands on his hips and shook with resolve. Suddenly, a black robe appeared behind him, adorned with some intriguing patterns resembling the Hundred Beasts Painting, appearing somewhat mysterious and strange. The black robe hung precisely from the elder's shoulders to his feet, enveloping everything except his head.
Swish, swish, swish...
