At that moment, Han Cangming's expression finally started to turn serious. He could not help sizing up Ye Qingtang again.
Han Cangming used his heaven-defying supernatural powers to remove the Karma Bloodline spreading on his body. However, he realized that it was useless. This Karma Bloodline was like a sticky plaster cast. It had no intention of leaving at all. Instead, it became even tighter.
A cold glint flashed across Han Cangming's eyes and his killing intent surged.
In the next second, a strong wind blew around them and their clothes fluttered.
"The Karma Bloodline is indeed miraculous. But will it still be effective if the owner dies?" Han Cangming stared at Ye Qingtang and asked indifferently.
Ye Qingtang, "…"
She would never be able to clear her name with Han Cangming. The Karma Bloodline was really not hers…
"Swoosh!"
