A drop of cold sweat, mixed with blood, dripped down from Du Qiang's glabella.
Ye Qingtang could subdue him without making any noise, and with such skills, none of the junior brothers that he brought along was her opponent.
At this point, Du Qiang's heart was flustered as though millions of horses were galloping across.
When did the outer sect of Xuanling Sect produce such an evildoer?
Looking at her face, she was at most fifteen. But her skills…
"Put down your weapons!" Du Qiang took a deep breath and could only comply under Ye Qingtang's threats.
The Qinglin Sect disciples who were initially still stunned suddenly heard Du Qiang. They were shocked at first, and after hesitating for a long time, they slowly pulled a distance away from the Xuanling Sect people and threw their swords down unwillingly.
A loud clanking was heard, and all the swords dropped on the floor.
